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‘Watch yourself out there, Maggie. Nowhere’s safe.’

Some days she wished with all her heart that she was a prosecutor and not a defence solicitor, because this man – this sadistic monster who had hurt so many people – had finally been caught red-handed, and was as guilty as sin. She wanted to see him locked up, preferably for life. That was not the way she was supposed to think, though.

Manoeuvring out of the car park and onto the busy wet streets of central Manchester, she kept seeing the eyes of her client, as flat and dark as twin disused railway tunnels, daring her to explore their chilling depths. She had calmly gone through the details of the numerous violent assaults he was charged with committing, every one against a frail, elderly lady, and she had seen his tongue whip out of his smiling mouth to wet his lips. He was reliving the torture and abuse, and his eyes momentarily glazed over before returning to their flat stare. Maggie had felt an almost unstoppable urge to jump out of her chair, pick it up and smash it over his head.

Perhaps she should have refused to take the case, but she had been so lucky to get this job with a top firm of solicitors. They were offering her the chance to become a partner, so against her better judgement she had smiled and agreed to represent Horton. She had had her share of clients who sickened her with lack of remorse for their crimes, but there was something about this man that made her flesh crawl.

And what had he meant when he said, ‘Nowhere’s safe’? The memory of his expression as he spoke those words was fixed in her mind, and as she drove through the city centre each passing pair of headlights appeared to project a holographic image of his face floating just beyond her windscreen.

Maggie pulled quickly off the road and into a bus bay, leaning forward to rest her head on the steering wheel.

‘Get a bloody grip,’ she said to herself. She reached up and pulled her long dark hair free from the doughnut holding it in place at the back of her head. Opening her bag, she threw the grips and bands in, hoping that the switch in appearance from criminal lawyer to wife
and mother would restore some rational thought. She twisted the rear-view mirror and groped around in the bottom of her bag to find a lipstick.

Better
, she thought as she looked at her full red lips.

There was a bang on her rear window. Maggie spun round, suddenly anxious about whether she had locked the doors. There was a laugh. A group of teenage boys stood on the pavement, preening themselves, pretending to put lipstick on and shake their hair, one making obscene gestures with his right hand. They weren’t even worth a look of disgust.

Maggie wrenched the mirror back into place and pulled back out into the road, focusing on nothing more than what Duncan might have cooked for their dinner that night.

2

The roads were terrible. The sleet had quickly turned to snow, and as usual Manchester was ill-prepared. Maggie had seen a couple of cars slide into the kerb already, so knew she had to take it slowly, much as she was anxious to be home. Desperate for some normality in her day she spoke to the car’s Bluetooth connector.

‘Call home.’

She waited. Nobody picked up. Funny that. The children should have had their tea by now and be getting ready for bed. At least Lily should. Maybe it had snowed a lot more at home, and it would be just like Duncan to wrap them up warmly and go outside for a snowball fight. She decided to leave it five minutes and then try again.

In the nearly two months since they had moved to Manchester the children had settled into their new school, but Maggie was concerned about Duncan. As a couple they had decided long ago that Maggie should be the principal earner and Duncan the main carer for the children. It made sense. Duncan accepted that Maggie could bring in much more than he could earn as a plumber, and so now he only took jobs that he could finish in time to do the school run. Both he and the children had seemed to be thriving under this arrangement, and Maggie had to admit that it was wonderful to come home to a meal cooked for her. She made a point of taking over the cooking at the weekend to give Duncan a rest, and it worked.

Duncan had been surprisingly unenthusiastic about their move to Manchester, though. In her view there had been nothing much keeping them down south – except perhaps the weather, which without a doubt was better than the cold and wet of Manchester – and Duncan had seemed to finally recognise the sense of it. Maggie’s huge pay rise had probably helped, but still Duncan had seemed resigned rather than excited about the move and maybe it was time they had another chat about it. She wanted them to be as happy here as they had always been and for the last couple of weeks Duncan had definitely been quiet.

It was time to try calling them again. She waited and listened and was about to end the call again when the phone was answered.
Thank God
.

‘Hello. Josh Taylor speaking.’ Josh sounded as timid as he always did on the phone. Lily aged five had far more confidence than her older brother.

‘Hey, Joshy. I thought you’d all be outside having a snowball fight or something.’

‘No.’ That was her son. Monosyllabic.

‘I’m going to be a bit late, I’m afraid. The roads are awful because of the weather. Can you put Daddy on the phone, sweetheart?’

‘He’s gone out.’

‘What’s he doing? Clearing the drive?’

‘No. He’s gone out.’

Maggie took a deep breath. Sometimes her son’s lack of words could be frustrating.

‘Okay, love. Where is he exactly?’

‘I don’t know. He started to make the tea, but then he went out. In his van.’

Maggie screwed up her face in puzzlement.

‘So who’s there with you and Lily?’ Josh didn’t answer immediately. ‘Josh?’

‘Nobody. There’s just me and Lily.’

A jolt of shock fired through Maggie’s body. What did Josh mean?

Her limbs suddenly felt leaden, as if everything she was doing was in slow motion. ‘Daddy has gone out in his van? Are you sure, Josh?’

She heard a sigh from the other end of the phone and then as if a dam had burst, her son started to speak. ‘Yes, Mum. I told you. He was making our tea, and then he stopped. Me and Lily are starving. He’s been gone ages. He came into the sitting room to say goodbye.’

‘And what did he
say
?’ There was a loud blare of a car horn and Maggie realised that the traffic lights had changed to green.

‘He said he was sorry.’

Maggie’s head was spinning. She needed to get home. Her kids were in the house alone – an eight-year-old and a five-year-old in a dark old vicarage at the end of an unmade cul-de-sac. She didn’t know the neighbours – didn’t know their numbers – hadn’t bothered to invite people round yet. She had been so keen to get them all settled.

‘Josh, listen to me, sweetheart. Take the phone and go into the kitchen.’ She listened to her son’s faint footsteps. ‘Okay. Now pull a chair over to the door and stand on it. I want you to fasten the bolt at the top of the door. Do you know what I mean, baby?’

Logically, she knew there was nothing to panic about. She would be home in less than half an hour, and Josh was nothing if not sensible. But after today’s meeting and Alf Horton’s warning, all she could see was the black outline of her house against the night sky and a stranger approaching the door.

Striving to keep the tension from her voice, she spoke to Josh again.

‘How are you doing?’

She heard some grunts as he struggled with the door.

‘Okay. Done it.’

‘Right, Joshy, I need you to go to the front door and do a double turn on the lock there. Do you know what I mean?’

‘Course I do. Then you won’t be able to get in, Mum.’

‘That’s right, love, but when I get home you can look through the window and check it’s me, and you can undo the lock. Okay?’

She listened while he did as she had asked.

‘Now listen to me, Joshy. Whatever you do, don’t let anybody and I mean
anybody
– even if somebody says he’s a policeman – through that front door. Only me or Daddy when he comes back. Do you understand, darling?’

‘It’s not hard, Mum. Just you or Dad. Nobody else.’

‘I’ll be home as soon as I can, but I’m going to phone Auntie Suzy and ask her to talk to you until I get home – then you won’t feel so alone. Is Lily okay.’

‘Yes.’

Maggie breathed in and let it out slowly, keeping her tone level for her son. ‘Can you be a bit more specific, love. What’s she doing?’

‘Lying about two inches from the TV screen watching that stupid film. Again.’

It would take a bomb going off to dislodge Lily from the TV if she was watching
Frozen
. Trying desperately to stop the panic from spilling over and passing her fear to Josh she told him she was going to be as quick as she possibly could, but to wait for the call from Auntie Suzy.

Hurriedly disconnecting she called her sister.

‘Don’t ask me any questions, Suze. Please call Josh and keep him on the phone until I get home. Dunc’s not there for some reason. The kids are on their own. I know I’m being moronic, but until I’m back can you keep him talking? Please? I’d do it myself, but the signal drops in a few places on the way home.’ She knew Suzy would hear the panic she was no longer able to control and would do what she asked without question.

All Maggie wanted to do now was call Duncan. To ask him what the hell was going on. How could he leave his children alone in the house? What was he
thinking
? She didn’t know whether to be livid or terrified. Her worry about Duncan had to come second, though. In her mind all she could see was two heads – one a mop of dark curls, the other covered in wispy white-blonde waves. Two young children alone in that house, and she thought of all the things that could happen, that could go wrong.

Her voice trembling, she whispered ‘Call Duncan’ into her phone, almost afraid of what he would say. She heard the dialling tone. She heard the staccato tune made by the numbers. And then a long continuous tone.

Duncan’s phone had been disconnected.

3

It had to have been the longest half-hour of Maggie’s entire life. She desperately wanted to slam her foot down hard on the accelerator, but knew that would be a mistake. The snow had settled on the main roads, and as she drove further north it was coming down more heavily with every minute that passed.

Her fear was tearing her in two. She focused on her worry about the children, but thoughts of Duncan kept slamming in, knocking her sideways. What on earth could have happened that would force him to leave the kids at home on their own? Where had he gone? As far as she knew, he hadn’t had much chance to get to know anybody locally. To be honest, he hadn’t seemed inclined to make the effort, so she had decided to give it a while before inviting people round. If he wanted time to get used to the idea of living here, she would give it to him.

Despite his initial reluctance, when Duncan realised how excited Maggie was by the challenge of defending criminals who had done more than the odd bit of burglary, he had smiled and said it would be fine. And then they had found the house and he had started to get excited. A Victorian vicarage, it needed a lot of work, and he had said he was looking forward to it.

It was dark down the end of the cul-de-sac, and one of Duncan’s first jobs in the spring was going to be to cut back some of the overgrown trees to let light in. The silence of the property that she loved so much when she was curled up with her husband and children in front of their wood burner didn’t have the same appeal when she thought of Josh and Lily alone there. The tall windows were single-glazed – another job on the soon-as-possible list - so easily broken; so easy for a grown man to climb through.

She was getting closer now, and she remembered the first time they had travelled along these roads with the children a few short weeks ago.

‘We’re nearly there, kids,’ Duncan had said, grinning at them in the rear-view mirror as Lily squirmed with excitement and Josh gazed out of the window taking in every detail. They had arrived at their rather decrepit home, but the children saw nothing of that as they raced across the bare wooden floors trying to decide who was having which bedroom. Duncan had even picked Maggie up and carried her over the threshold, as if they were newly-weds. She had loved it. But that was Duncan. From the day they met he had been attentive and romantic, and even after ten years of marriage every now and again he still surprised her. That day she had appreciated how lucky she was.

At last Maggie turned into their road and bumped her way along, unable to see the potholes in the unmade surface for the deep snow. She didn’t care. She could see the house ahead, every light blazing from the huge windows and was glad. Maybe Suzy had told Josh to switch them all on.

The car skidded to a halt at an angle on the drive and she jumped out. She had already kicked off her stupid power heels for fear of falling flat on her face on the slippery ground, and she ran barefoot through the snow to the front door. She opened the letter box and called through.

‘Josh, it’s Mummy. It’s okay now, darling. You can open the door.’

She waited, transferring her weight from frozen foot to frozen foot. Where was he? Why wasn’t he watching out for her?

‘Come on, Josh,’ she whispered, the cold now forgotten as she longed for some sign of life from within the house.

After what seemed like ten minutes she saw the sitting room curtain move slightly and Josh’s face, pale against his mop of dark curly hair, appeared in the gap, the phone pressed against his ear. He gave her a little wave.
Thank God
. It looked like he was okay, which meant they were both okay.

She saw him speak and nod, and then the curtain fell back into place. A minute later she heard the double lock turning. Finally the door opened.

More than anything, she had to keep calm. She had to try her best not to convey her confusion and panic to her son. She sometimes forgot how young he was because of his serious attitude to life – a total contrast to his fidgety, perpetually cheerful sister.

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