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She paused, staring out through the glass in the back door, and he studied her, desperate to know what she was thinkingāwhether she thought he was a prick like his father would have.
āYou made a mistake telling me about that fridge,ā she went on. āWe could say that means you trust me, but you should never have let it slip.ā She pinched her bottom lip and twisted it. Let it go. Slapped her palm on her thigh. āThank fuck I wonāt be passing it on, thatās all I can say. Just watch your mouth in future, all right? Think before you speak, remember who youāre talking toāask yourself if theyāre someone who could get you right in the shit.ā
āFair point.ā He wished heād brought the JD with him, he could use a swig at the moment. āIāll bear that in mind.ā He paced again, something niggling at him, but he couldnāt quite grasp it. Then it hit him, what had been discussed at Handel Farm. āLennyās books. Ledgers or whatever. Someone else mentioned those. What are they?ā
She widened her eyes. āDonāt even think of trying to read them. Theyāre all in code. Cassie and Francis donāt know Iām aware of them; Lenny told me one night years ago when he was sloshed. I was sworn to secrecy.ā
Jason laughed. āAnd thereās you banging on, saying I shouldnāt have told you about the fridge.ā
She narrowed her eyes at him. āThereās a difference. You already knew about the ledgers. You brought them up.ā
She had him there, no denying it. Sodding hell, heād have to keep a closer eye on Cassie now Brenda had said sheād be looking for whoever had told Brett about the fridgeāheād known that, was with her when sheād said about it, but he hadnāt flipped the coin over to see what was on the other side, how it would affect him. Heād been too cocky in thinking she wouldnāt suspect him. The pool of people who knew was small, and Cassie was an enormous shark, circling for blood.
If he didnāt get her mind off searching, heād be bitten.
Chapter Eighteen
Cassie and Doreen sat at the kitchen island with Mam, coffees in front of them as well as a dinner plate of cheese-and-ham sandwiches, half of them gone, crumbs and a golden nugget of cheddar in their place. Having heard what Doreen had to say, Cassie had digested the information and worked out how theyād deal with the situation later. Mam nattered to Doreen about making sure she could handle what was to comeānot just at the time but afterwards, the guiltāand Doreen assured her sheād be fine, a mysterious expression flitting over her face, gone before Cassie could identify its meaning.
āFineā remained to be seen. Once blood was spilt, the woman might lose her shit.
Cassie waited for a lull in the conversation and expressed her thoughts. āRight, you go along with whatever Karen suggests.ā She smiled at Doreen. āAs sheās already agreed to the two-in-the-morning thing, weāll meet at The Beast then. Iāll be in the alley opposite in Old Barrington way before thatāget her to agree to you parking outside the first row on New so Sculptorās Field is between us. I donāt want the risk of her coming down that alley or seeing my car.ā Perhaps sheād have one nicked and change the plates. There was still time.
Doreen frowned. āWhat if she insists on leaving hers in Old?ā
Cassie picked up a quarter triangle of sandwich. āMake a racket, slam the car door or something, and Iāll jump over the fence into a garden.ā She grimaced, thinking of vaulting the one at the laundrette. āIāve got some experience doing that.ā
She glanced at Mam to see if that garnered a laugh, but her mother seemed distracted by something else. Did it have owt to do with Lou Wilson coming round this morning? Lou had been leaving as Cassie had rolled up on the drive, stating theyād had a catch-up over coffee and Cassie would need to come and see her soon; she had something she wanted to put to her. Cassie didnāt have room in her head at the minute to wonder what that was.
Mam snapped out of her fugue and gave her two pence worth. āIāll be comingāno arguing over that eitherāand Iām not vaulting a bloody fence. Imagine the scenario that Cassieās already dead. Tell Karen people wonāt be expecting someone to have come from New Barrington to kill Cassie. Push the point that itās the Old lot whoād have a beef, and with Cassie murdered, Iād more than likely concentrate my efforts there when trying to find whoād killed her. Theyāre the ones who get their knickers in a twistāand Karen should know, sheās one of them. So if you park in New, sheāll think youāre trying to get any suspicion off her by doing so.ā
āOkay.ā Doreen sipped some coffee. āChanging the subject a minuteā¦ I have to tell you something. Explain the reason why I wonāt have any guilt.ā She turned to Mam.
Uneasy, Cassie paused mid-chew. āWhatā¦ā
Doreen gave the plate her attention. āIāve basically killed beforeāor made sure they ended up dead anyroad.ā
Shock sent Cassie rearing backwards for a second, as if her subconscious warned her to get away from Doreen, the secret-keeper; her past antics coming out now were meant to be in one of the ledgers, and Cassie should
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