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The Family Upstairs(70)

Author:Lisa Jewell

‘Yup.’

‘That article was such shit. You were wrong about everything.’

‘Yup,’ says Miller again, ‘I kind of know that now.’

‘I can’t believe how pretty you are,’ he says, turning back to Libby. ‘You look so like …’

‘My mother?’

‘Yes,’ he says. ‘Like your mother.’

Libby thinks of the photos of her mother with her dyed black Priscilla Presley hair, her dark kohled eyes. She feels flattered.

Then she says, ‘What are you doing here?’

Phin says, ‘Waiting for you.’

‘But I was here the other day. I heard you upstairs. Why didn’t you come down then?’

He shrugs. ‘I did. But by the time I’d got to the bottom of the stairs, you’d gone.’

‘Oh.’

‘Shall we …?’ Phin gestures at the staircase.

They follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Phin sits on one side of the table; Miller and Libby sit on the other. Libby studies Phin’s face. He must be in his early forties, but he looks much younger. He has extraordinarily long eyelashes.

‘So,’ he says, spreading his arms wide, ‘this is all yours.’

Libby nods. ‘Although, really, it should have been my brother and sister’s, too?’

‘Well, more fool them. Oh, and I suppose I should wish you a happy birthday. A little belated.’

‘Thank you,’ she says. ‘How long since you were last here?’

‘Decades.’

There is a long and very brittle silence. Phin breaks it by saying, ‘I imagine you have some questions.’

Miller and Libby exchange a brief glance. Libby nods.

‘Well,’ says Phin, ‘shall we get out of this place? I live just across the river. I have cold wine. And a terrace. And cats that look like cushions.’

They exchange another glance.

‘I’m not going to kill you,’ says Phin. ‘And neither will my cats. Come. I’ll tell you absolutely everything.’

Twenty minutes later, Libby and Miller follow Phin out of a sleek lift and into a marble-floored corridor.

His apartment is at the other end.

Lights turn on automatically as he leads them down his hallway to a living room with glass doors on to a terrace overlooking the river.

Everything is pale and just so. A huge white sheepskin is draped over the back of a very long cream sofa. There is an extravagant arrangement of lilies and roses in a vase that wouldn’t look out of place in the showroom of Northbone Kitchens.

Phin uses a small remote control to open the doors on to the terrace and invites them to sit on a pair of sofas around a low table. While he goes to fetch wine, Libby and Miller exchange a look.

‘This place must be worth a couple of million,’ says Miller.

‘At least,’ says Libby. She stands up and takes in the view across the river. ‘Look!’ she says. ‘It’s the house. We’re completely bang opposite it.’

Miller joins her. ‘Well,’ he says drily, ‘I think we can assume that that is not a coincidence.’

‘Do you think he’s been watching?’

‘Yes, I totally think he’s been watching. Why else would you choose an apartment with this view?’

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