Grace put her head in her hands. ‘Well, I’m fed up of it. I don’t know how much longer I can live here without going crazy, but there’s still quite a bit to do …’
Claire looked thoughtful. ‘You know, when I go travelling, I pick up a bag, and I go. Sometimes I’m away for a few weeks. The longest I’ve been gone is a couple of years. But everything I’ve needed has been in that bag … When I come home from a trip it always takes me a while to get used to living in a house, and it always seems strange how attached people get to a lot of irrelevant, unnecessary stuff.’
‘Point taken,’ Grace said. ‘But I’m not attached to this place at all. That’s what I’m trying to say. I want to sort every thing out here and then move on, give myself and Millie the best shot at a life somewhere else. But if I can at least get the cottage generating an income for us, I’ll have so much more freedom to choose what I do next.’
‘Well, money isn’t everything. The people I meet on the road who do have money don’t have half as much fun. Because the ones without too much ready cash have to take risks – they can’t play it safe because they don’t have that luxury. So we don’t lock ourselves away in posh hotels, or on guided tours, even though we probably would if we could afford it. But as a result, the experience is so much richer. Those who can play it safe, invariably do – and, you know what, I think they miss out. So don’t be afraid of risk, Grace.’
Grace was listening hard. ‘But that’s the funny thing, I thought I was taking a risk – coming here,’ she said.
‘Really?’ Claire looked bemused. ‘To me it seems like you’re trying to do the responsible thing.’
‘Maybe.’ Grace smiled at Claire. ‘I’ll certainly think about what you’ve said.’ She took a sip of her drink. ‘I’m sorry Ben didn’t come tonight.’
Claire shrugged. ‘He has his reasons. I should stop interfering, he’s a big boy.’
‘So, if you and Adam were good friends when you were younger,’ Grace asked, ‘how come Ben didn’t know him very well?’
‘Oh, Ben was doing his own thing by the time we were eighteen, certainly not hanging around with me. It’s that strange twin thing – we’ve got a strong bond, but we can irritate the hell out of each other as well.’
Grace stared at her in astonishment. ‘You’re twins?’
‘Yes – I thought you knew.’
Grace shook her head. ‘It makes sense though – Ben seems so much closer to you than the others, and you share certain similarities.’
‘Yes – as Mum used to say, we’re both wilful and pig-headed,’ Claire laughed. She finished her drink. ‘It also makes me piggy in the middle in the case of everyone versus Ben. But then my brother doesn’t help that really – he’s so hard to predict, or prise information from. Well, thanks for letting me stay for a chat. I’d best get back to the house now and see what’s happening. Will you be okay?’
‘I’ll be fine, thanks.’ Grace followed her to the front door.
‘Happy New Year,’ she called out belatedly, a few seconds after Claire had closed the gate behind her.
‘Happy New Year,’ came Claire’s disembodied voice in reply, her body already engulfed by the night.
When Grace shut the front door, she went back into the lounge and poured herself a glass of wine. She took it out to the hallway and stood in front of the grandfather clock, feeling impetuous. ‘Happy New Year, and fuck you,’ she said to the clock, raising her glass to it.
The clock ticked on.
It was after two a.m. She knew she was going to regret staying up in a few hours, but the night had thrown up so many things to think about. Pieces were beginning to come together in her mind. From what she had overheard earlier, there could be little doubt that Liza and Steve were having an affair. Perhaps Liza wasn’t meant to be in Ockton on the day she had bumped into Adam? It would certainly explain her reluctance to get involved. Especially if Dan was friends with people on the investigation.
She remembered what Claire had said about Adam. She smiled to herself, wondering if Adam knew what Meredith’s girls had thought of him.
Then something occurred to her that made her freeze.
Jesus, she thought. If she were right, this would change everything.
She hurried over to a pile of papers, and leafed rapidly through them until she found those strange notes. She searched for the only one that was signed. She had read it as Jonny. But that o could easily be an e. In fact it was an e, the more she looked at it.
If you go, I will die.
I love you.
Don’t leave me.
Don’t make me hate you forever.
I can’t bear the thought of being apart from you. Please don’t go. We can work this out, whatever our parents say. I love you.
Jenny