Erika started to cry again. ‘I don’t know where to start; what to say to him,’ she sobbed, searching her coat for a tissue.
‘Just start,’ said Edward, handing her a little pack of tissues. He tilted her face up to his. Her hair was starting to grow back at the patch on the side where she’d had a long row of stitches.
‘Okay,’ she said, pulling out a tissue and wiping her face.
‘Tell you what, I’ll nip back, put the kettle on. You just talk. Course, you’ll feel like a lunatic at first, but there’s no one about . . .’
He patted Erika on the shoulder and started off down the path. She watched as he walked away. He turned and smiled, before picking his way cautiously through the graves and down to the village. She noticed how similar his gait and his movements were to Mark’s. She turned back to the grave.
‘So, I solved five murders . . . And I narrowly escaped the murderer, twice,’ she said. ‘But, that’s not what I came up here to tell you . . .’
Her phone rang in her pocket. She pulled it out. It was Moss.
‘Hello, boss. I thought, it’s been a couple of months, and I’d give you a call . . .’
‘Hello,’ said Erika.
‘Is it a bad time?’
‘No, well, I’m . . . I’m just at Mark’s grave.’
‘Oh, bugger, I’ll call back.’
‘No. I’ve been trying to talk to him. My father-in-law says I should talk to him. He says it helps. I just don’t know what to say . . .’
‘You could tell him that your murderer is going to trial in May. Did you see today’s news? David Douglas-Brown was declared fit to stand trial. They’ve also expelled Sir Simon from the Lords . . . And it looks like Igor Kucerov will be retried for the murder of Nadia Greco. We’re just waiting on the CPS about Giles Osborne. I’m confident he’ll be done for perverting the course of justice . . . You there, boss?’
‘Yes. And I did see. And Mark doesn’t want to hear all that.’
‘If I were stuck laying six feet under, I’d want my loved ones to keep me up-to-date on current events . . .’
There was a silence. The wind rippled across the grass. The knot of black cloud was almost above her now.
‘Sorry, I’m being crass,’ said Moss.
‘No, you’re being honest, which is far better. Did Peterson get my card?’
‘Yes. But you know him. The strong, silent type. He came to see you after, in the hospital, but you were out of it.’
‘I know he did.’
There was another silence.
‘So. When you back, boss?’
‘I don’t know. Soon. Marsh has told me to take as long as I need. I’m going to stay up here with Edward for a bit.’
‘Well, we’re looking forward to you coming back, boss. You are coming back, aren’t you?’
‘Yeah, I’m coming back,’ said Erika. ‘I’ll call you.’
‘Good. Well enjoy yourself up there, and when you . . . you know . . . talk, to Mark, say hi from me.’
‘That’s the weirdest request for passing on a hello,’ said Erika, wryly.
‘I just wish I could have met him,’ said Moss.
Erika came off the phone as thunder began to rumble overhead. She turned back to the grave and stared at the gold letters on the black granite.
IN MEMORY OF
MARK FOSTER
1ST AUGUST 1970 - 8TH JULY 2014
LOVED AND REMEMBERED ALWAYS
‘That’s the toughest word, Mark,’ said Erika. ‘Always. I’ll always be without you. I don’t know how I can live without you, but I have to. To move on, I have to let you go at some point. I have to keep going, Mark. Keep working. Keep living my life. Most days I don’t think I can go on without you, but I have to. There’s so much bad stuff out there that the only way I think I can cope with it all is to keep working. To try and make some kind of difference to the world.’
Water splashed on to Erika’s cheek, and for once, it wasn’t a tear. The rain began to fall, spattering on the gravel and Mark’s gravestone.
‘Your Dad’s making me a cuppa . . . So I’ll be off. But I’ll be back, I promise,’ said Erika. She got up, put her fingers to her lips and pressed them against the cold stone, just under Mark’s name.
Erika hitched her bag over her shoulder and set off across the graveyard, back towards tea and cake, and the warmth of Edward’s kitchen.
Letter from Robert
First of all, I want to say a huge thank you to you for choosing to read The Girl in the Ice. If you did enjoy it, I would be very grateful if you could write a review. It needn’t be long, just a few words, but it makes such a difference and helps new readers to discover one of my books for the first time.
I’d love to hear from you too. What did you think of DCI Erika Foster? What would you like to happen next? Erika will be returning shortly. Right now I’m working on the second book in the series, which will be called, The Night Stalker.
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Also by Robert Bryndza
The DCI Erika Foster crime thriller series
The Girl in the Ice
The Night Stalker (coming soon)
The Coco Pinchard romantic comedy series
The Not So Secret Emails of Coco Pinchard
Coco Pinchard’s Big Fat Tipsy Wedding
Coco Pinchard, the Consequences of Love and Sex
A Very Coco Christmas
Coco Pinchard’s Must-Have Toy Story
Standalone Romantic Comedy Novels
Miss Wrong and Mr Right
Lost In Crazytown
Acknowledgments
Thank you to Oliver Rhodes, Claire Bord, Keshini Naidoo, Kim Nash and the wonderful team at Bookouture. You guys are amazing, and I’m so happy to be working with you. (And thank you for not laughing me off when I wrote that first email and said I had been longing to write a crime novel!)
Special thanks to Claire Bord, for your encouragement and pushing me to make this book better than I ever dreamed it could be.
Thank you to Henry Steadman for the stunning cover, and to Gabrielle Chant for editing the manuscript with precision and care. And thank you to Angela Marsons, for your friendship, support, and encouraging me to go for it. And as ever, thanks to Stephanie Dagg.
Thank you to my mother-in-law Vierka who seems to have a psychic ability, when the going gets tough and the writing goes late, to turn up at the front door with delicious hot food, and love and kindness, which always cheers me up.
And thank you to my husband, Ján, who somehow manages to heap praise and encouragement when needed, but is not averse to shouting to make me stick to deadlines. Keep the praise and encouragement coming, and the shouting is essential too. Without this tough love and unwavering support, I would still be toiling away in a job I didn’t enjoy just dreaming of being a writer.
And lastly, thank you to all the wonderful readers, and Book bloggers, both the new ones who have discovered my work, and those who have followed my work from Coco Pinchard to Crime. Word of mouth really works, and without you all talking up and blogging about my books, I would have far less readers. Thank you. I told you it would be an exciting ride!