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The Dinner Guest

B P Walter

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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2021

Copyright © B P Walter 2021

Cover design by Lucy Bennett © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2021

Cover photograph © Robert Jones/Arcangel.com

B P Walter asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Source ISBN: 9780008446086

Ebook Edition © April 2021 ISBN: 9780008446079

Version: 2021-02-25



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49



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For Rebecca and Tom

Here on my knee I vow to God above,

I’ll never pause again, never stand still,

Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine

Or fortune given me measure of revenge.

— Henry VI, William Shakespeare

There’s a storm coming, Mr Wayne. You and your friends better batten down the hatches, because when it hits, you’re all going to wonder how you ever thought you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us.

— Selina Kyle in The Dark Knight Rises (2012), written by Christopher Nolan and Jonathan Nolan


The day of the murder

My husband Matthew died on an unseasonably chilly August day at dinner time. We had been together for just over ten years, married for five, and yes, we did love each other. But love changes over time, and in those final moments when I knew he was dying, well, I must confess that through the horror and the blood and the shock, the love I felt for him wasn’t quite as profound as I would have expected. Even after everything that had happened. Back when we married, the thought of losing him would have sent a wave of devastation through me. It would have been barely comprehensible. And I thought it would always be so. It took the worst to actually happen for me to realise that things don’t always play out like you think.

The moment that most stuck in my mind wasn’t the knife going in, nor was it the terrible sound Matthew made as he realised what had happened. It was him struggling to speak that lingered the most. He had tried to say something, something he clearly really wanted to say. And I couldn’t make out the words. He couldn’t form them enough to convey any meaning. I couldn’t even hazard a guess. The word ‘after’ might have been in there, although I couldn’t be sure. But it was that not knowing, that sense of frustration, and ever since, the wondering and ruminating about what it was he wanted to tell me in his final moments.

Rachel was sitting calmly on one of the dining chairs, on the phone to 999, the knife in her hand. She wasn’t even supposed to be there that evening. But I’d got used to Rachel’s trademark: finding a way into places, situations, and events that would otherwise go on without her. Always the outsider. Not today, though. Today she was to take a starring role.

The police, when they arrived, placed her under arrest there and then. She confessed, after all. She sat there, holding the knife, the glint of a tear in her eye. ‘I did it,’ she said, in a small yet confident voice. ‘I killed him.’

They were about to take her away, when one of the younger of the two officers asked her the question. The multimillion-dollar question, as they say. ‘Why did you kill him, Rachel?’ I suspect the older of the two would have wanted to keep this kind of thing for the interview room, but still turned to hear the answer. But Rachel kept her face almost impassive. Just a tiny tremor of emotion disturbed its calm surface for a fleeting second. Then she just shook her head, and lowered it to face the floor. ‘I can’t,’ she said. Then she refused to say any more.

They took her away, into custody, and left another officer to take me and Titus to the station in a car with flashing lights. I had to coax Titus out of his room. He was on his bed, curled up amidst the blankets, headphones on, cancelling out the horror of the world around him. He had open in front of him an old scrapbook diary. He used to make one for every school holiday, back when he was a kid. It was something Matthew’s sister had done, apparently. He’d told me that, once, when we’d watched the young Titus gluing in print-outs of holiday snaps. I couldn’t quite work out if he was glad the boy was so involved in the activity or troubled by it. And the fact Titus had now reached for a volume filled with happy-family photos of us all just after the scene of violence in the kitchen

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