‘I’ve been good to you,’ he tells me.
‘Oh, please.’
‘I could’ve chained you up, locked you in a box, got you out to play whenever I fancied. I could’ve had you over and over. Instead, I was patient. I waited. I gave you Wisteria. I gave you everything.’
‘You gave me a locked basement. You strangled me. Tried to rape me.’
His expression sours. Oh, how he hates to be reminded of his sins.
‘Why me, Jack?’ I scream. ‘WHY?’
‘BECAUSE YOU’RE THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS EVER LOVED ME.’ The emotion in his voice is raw. In it is every beating his father gave him, every time his mother denied the truth.
Jeffrey and Kathryn ruined their son. But that doesn’t excuse what Jack’s done. Who he’s killed.
‘I’m not playing anymore. There are two choices here. One: put the knife down, come with me and we both leave here alive.’ He pauses for dramatic effect. ‘Two: don’t, and you can leave in a body bag with your sister.’
My heart thuds in terror which I hide beneath a taunting smile. ‘Really, Jack? We’re plugging for the old “if I can’t have you, nobody can” cliché? Thought you were better than that.’
‘If the shoe fits …’ He changes direction swiftly and I stumble. Amused by my skittishness, he smiles. ‘Choices, choices. Which will it be? Don’t worry, we’ve got all the time in the world. I’d decide soon though, I’ve got a body to toss into the sea.’
And his grin is so arrogant and cruel, I can’t help myself. ‘Or maybe I’ll just drag this out until the police arrive.’ I see just a flicker of surprise. ‘You think Ada came all the way out here without calling the police first?’
‘You’re bluffing.’
‘Why do you think I agreed to go upstairs with you? I was trying to keep you occupied until they got here. Shouldn’t be too long now.’
His eyes narrow, in hurt or suspicion, I don’t know.
‘What? You thought I wanted to fuck you?’
His face falls.
After everything, it’s still my words which cut deeper than the knife. I stick my fingers in the wound and twist. ‘It was a distraction. That’s all you’ve ever been. A distraction from grieving Noah, a distraction until the police rocked up.’ I laugh, filling each crescendo with venom and mocking. ‘You think you’re the only one of us who knows how to manipulate?’
‘You bitch,’ he spits.
‘If the shoe fits …’
He darts to the side, trying to grab me. I jab the knife at him, and he backs off. I scurry away, desperate to keep the island between us.
‘Option two it is then.’
Dread floods my body. ‘How’re you going to get away with it? How’re you going to explain away two bodies, Jack?’
He grins. ‘Easy. You were so desperate for a book deal, you came up with a scheme to get exactly that, you roped David into it, roped me into it, toyed with my feelings for you, convinced me to hide you in Wisteria. I was in London when you vanished, my alibi is watertight, it only stands to reason you came here willingly. After all, it’s the truth. But I didn’t want to go through with it, tried to talk you down, but you were unhinged, grief-stricken over Noah, crumbling beneath the pressure of the lies you told, the job you lost. And when Ada came looking for you, knew the truth, knew your abduction was all a lie, she threatened to expose you. You were deranged, you attacked her, killed her to keep your secret.’
I swallow and swallow again. ‘No one will buy that.’
He stops moving. I stop too. My back is to the sink, the cupboards. Jack is blocking the second exit again. ‘Won’t they?’ he quips. ‘It’s your fingerprints on the knife that killed her.’
‘And yours.’
‘Because I wrestled the knife from you.’
‘You bastard.’
‘When I found you standing over her body, I stepped in, tried to restrain you but you flipped, attacked me too. It was self-defence. It was me or you, and I chose me.’ His grin spreads like butter across his face. He has thought of everything. He will kill me and walk away with a narrative that will have him rise from the ashes of this house a hero. ‘Lies are easier to swallow when they’re wrapped in truth.’
This was always going to end in death.
I can’t choose whether I’ll live. It’s too late for that now. But I can choose how I die.
Fired with that furious thought, I cast around. Keeping him in my peripheral vision, I start yanking open cupboard doors. Even though my arm is shaking with the effort of holding out the knife, I don’t lower it. He’ll go for me the second I do.