Never Tell
face from my mind.
    The gravel crunched satisfyingly underfoot as I set off, my hand clasped round the car keys in my fleece pocket. In the past few weeks the earth had yawned mightily and begun to waken, and I was flanked now by creamy yellow daffodils that flickered lightly in the breeze, the great glossy camellias behind them festooned with buds as big as my fist. The temperature at night was still close to freezing, but this morning had dawned fresh and bright – a mismatch for my sense of apprehension. I intended to fetch the car and leave the property as quickly as I could.
    My phone rang. Xavier.
    ‘Where are you?’
    ‘Fetching my car from Hadi Kattan’s house in Gloucestershire.’
    ‘You got in there then? Good girl.’
    ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘And now I’m getting out.’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘It’s not for me, Xav.’
    ‘Don’t be a pussy, Rose.’
    ‘I’m not. Like I said, I’m flattered, and I think you should follow it up – but you need to get someone else to do it.’
    ‘But you’re in already. I’ve got more juicy stuff coming through; rumours that Kattan may have financed a trainingcamp from his home in Tehran. Plus he’s been the subject of a CIA investigation.’
    ‘Really?’ I thought of the man last night at the party, of the helicopter, of the hysterical and now apparently missing daughter.
    Detecting my hesitation, Xav pounced. ‘Come on, Rose.’
    ‘I’ve already been warned off by his laconic idiot of a driver.’
    ‘A nice bit of rough? Right up your street.’
    ‘Up yours, you mean.’
    ‘Darling! All those coarse farmers are having a terrible effect on you.’
    I thought of Hadi Kattan’s firm handshake and the way he held back from the rest of the crowd; the assurance in his stance. ‘Kattan’s much more my type.’ For all his inherent sexism, no man had smiled at me like that for years.
    ‘You’re a happily married woman, let me remind you, Rosie.’
    A sudden breeze sent a flurry of blossom skittering before my
    feet.
    ‘Not sure about the happily bit right now,’ I muttered.
    ‘At last she’s seen the light,’ Xavier drawled. He’d never bothered to hide his feelings about James.
    The blossom whirled in circles on the ground before me.
    ‘Anyway, Kattan’s certainly a character. Very old-school polite, but a will of iron, I’m sure. And his son, Ash, is apparently disenchanted with Britain, and running for Parliament.’ I was rounding the last bend in the drive now, heading towards a stable block and garages on my right, walking into shadow beneath great elms that blocked the sun from my path. The gargoyles on the roof were still screaming silently as I neared. I had the unnerving feeling that I was being watched and I felt a shiver of apprehension. ‘But I’m sorry, I just can’t do it, Xav.’
    ‘Fuck, Rose,’ Xav swore softly. ‘It’s not like you to wimp out.’
    The great windows of the Gothic manor frowned down like huge unblinking eyes, and then something stopped me in my tracks. I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d seen but it was like a flash of light, something white billowing in the window to the left of the great front door. Somewhere nearby the clank of metal on metal startled me. My own involuntary gasp made me laugh.
    ‘Rose?’
    ‘I’ll call you back.’ I hung up.
    ‘Hello?’ I called. Someone had been listening, I was sure.
    Silence fell again; just the fluting of birdsong, and then the distant bleat of tiny lambs. It was an eerie sound; rather like my children crying. I took a few small steps towards an old cream-coloured racing car abandoned on blocks. Alongside the garage wall were stacked great canisters; presumably for petrol.
    ‘Hello?’ I steadied my voice. ‘Anyone there?’
    There was no response. A sudden gust blew through the branches like a great breath as I took another step and then the light from the window struck me again, flashing across my face so I had to shut my eyes. Not a light I realised, some

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