Upstairs was silent. Will went straight to Jeb’s room and turned the handle, but something was jammed behind the door and it only opened a crack. A faint glow of candlelight reached into the blackness of the landing, illuminating the door’s outline, like some sci-fi portal.
‘Fuck off.’ Belle’s voice sounded high and querulous from inside the room.
Magnus said, ‘Are you okay?’
‘Go away,’ Belle shouted. It was hard to tell if she was angry or panicked.
Jacob shoved him out of the way. ‘Stop fannying about.’
Magnus said, ‘She doesn’t want us in there.’
Jacob shouldered the door. It refused to move, but then Will added his weight, there was a sound of splintering wood and the two men tumbled into the room, staggering into the remnants of the wooden chair that had been used to wedge it shut.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Belle had the bed sheet pulled up over her chest.
Jeb was in bed beside her. He did not bother to cover himself and his bruised ribs showed dark against the pale sheets. The moonlight shone stronger in the small bedroom than it had downstairs. It stretched in through the open window, touching the edge of the bed, bringing the night closer. A candle glowed softly on the table where Jeb’s bowl of lentils and rice had been abandoned.
Jeb grinned. ‘Nice of you to check, lads, but we’re all right. Whatever that noise was it came from the next room, so you’re welcome to bugger off.’
Will turned his back and left the room. Magnus hovered in the doorway. He saw the flush on the back of Jacob’s neck and wondered again if he had pocketed his gun.
Jacob looked at Belle. ‘Do you know what happened to the last woman he slept with?’ His words were whisky-slurred, schlept with?
The girl had been proud in her fury, like someone acting a part; now a look of confusion trembled across her face. Jeb put a protective arm around her, but she shrank from him. ‘What happened?’
Jeb pointed a finger at Jacob. ‘I heard about Henry. You’re in no position to start throwing accusations about.’
Belle said, ‘What happened to Henry?’ but Jeb’s attention had shifted to Magnus. ‘You let me down, big-time.’
Magnus saw what he thought was the stock of the revolver Belle had given Jeb, jutting from beneath a pile of papers on the bedside table. He forced his eyes away from it. ‘I didn’t tell Jacob anything about you. He used to read more newspapers than I did, that’s all. It took him a while, but eventually he remembered where he’d seen you.’
‘Where had he seen you?’ Belle was hemmed in between Jeb and the wall, caught between a sudden impulse to get away from him and the urge to hide her nakedness from the other men.
Jacob lifted her dress from the floor. He held it between the tips of his fingers, as if it might be contaminated, and tossed it to her. The dress fell short of its mark. It landed in the beam of moonlight and Belle was forced to stretch across the counterpane to reach it. Her fingers scrabbled to get hold of its hem without exposing herself, but then she managed to grasp it and pulled the dress on over her head. ‘Is no one going to tell me what’s going on?’
Magnus said, ‘Jeb will tell you.’ He turned to Jacob. ‘I think we should go downstairs and give these folks some privacy.’
‘He killed her.’ The soldier-priest stood his ground, solid as a pulpit, straight as the barrel of a gun. ‘Her and her child, tossed them over the balcony of a high-rise like sacks of rubbish.’
‘That’s a lie.’ Jeb put his good leg on the floor and steadied himself against the bedpost. ‘He’s the killer. He slit your friend Henry’s throat.’
Belle looked from one to the other, her eyes wide.
Jacob shook his head. ‘Your boyfriend’s a certified liar. He was an undercover policeman who went too far undercover. He forgot who he was, or maybe he discovered who he was. He was sent to jail for a long time. He’d still be there if it wasn’t for the sweats.’
Jeb was struggling to get to his feet. ‘You’re a murdering bastard.’
‘You’ve forgotten yourself, son. If it wasn’t for me you’d be lying in a ditch with your throat slit and your belly cut open.’ The priest and the soldier in Jacob had fused. He might have been in church preaching a sermon on vengeance, or in a dugout about to lead his men over the top. He turned to Magnus. ‘Tell Belle where you two met.’
‘Jeb can tell her.’
Magnus put his hand on Jacob’s arm and tried to steer him into the hallway, but the soldier-priest shrugged him off.
‘They met in prison. Magnus was in for rape, Jeb for double murder.’
Belle’s hand went to her mouth.
Magnus snapped, ‘It was a mistake. I was trying to save her…’
Father Wingate limped into the room, his breath creaking in his chest. ‘The devil has got into this house. I thought we could keep him at bay, but he is here among us.’
Jeb pulled himself upright. He was naked and the battering he had taken was written in black and purple across his body. Magnus glanced again at the papers splayed on the bedside table. He was sure that the gun was beneath them.
‘Jeb…’ Belle’s voice was soft and wavering. She reached out and touched his arm. ‘Were you in jail?’
Jeb’s hand was resting on the bedside table. ‘It’s not like he says.’
‘But you went to prison for murdering a woman and her child?’
Jeb turned to look at her. The pain on his face might have come from his bruised ribs and broken leg. ‘I went to prison for it, but I didn’t do it.’
Jacob said, ‘He did it.’
Belle looked at the soldier. ‘Did you kill Henry?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous.’
Belle gave a high-pitched laugh. ‘This entire fucking world is ridiculous. Why shouldn’t I be?’ She gathered her dress around her and crawled from the bed. ‘I need to go.’
Jeb said, ‘Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I was going to ask you to marry me.’
Belle shot him a look that was half hurt, half hate. ‘And it’s not like I would have given you shit from the soles of my shoes, before the sweats.’
She pushed past the men and went barefoot into the darkness. Will had returned and was standing in the doorway. He watched Belle go, but made no effort to follow her. ‘It was the dogs that made the noise,’ he said. ‘They knocked over a table in the next room.’
Father Wingate stretched out his arms as if to gather the four men to him. ‘Let us all get down on our knees and ask what God wants of us.’
Jacob pointed at Jeb. ‘I should have sent you packing as soon as I realised who you were…’
Magnus said, ‘All he did was to go to bed with Belle…’
‘He deceived that girl the way he deceived the woman he killed.’ Jacob’s words were full of spit and fury. ‘He’s a predator, and that makes him a risk to our community.’
Jeb said, ‘You’re just trying to draw attention away from yourself. You’re a stone-cold killer.’
Magnus grasped Jacob’s arm again and tried to lead him from the room, but the priest shrugged him off with such force that Magnus guessed a third attempt would result in a punch. Instinct told him to shut his mouth, but he said, ‘You don’t have a community.’ His family were in his mind again and Magnus struggled to speak. ‘There’s no kinship here. You’re just a bunch of people huddled together because you’re scared of being alone.’