by Tana French
He drew hard on the cigarette. I said yesId have said yes if hed asked me whether I could fly home, as long as it meant getting out of there. He made me repeat it all back to him. Then he sat down on the ground, beside younot too close, I suppose in case he got . . . you know. Blood on his trousers. And he looked up at me and said, Well? Go on. Hurry.
So I went home. It was horrible. It tookwell, if Rafes right, it cant have actually taken that long. I dont know. I got lost. There were places where I knew I should have been able to see the lights from the house, but I couldnt; just black, for miles around. I knew for sure, like a fact, that the house wasnt even there any more; there was nothing left but hedges and lanes, on and on, this huge maze and I would never get out of it, it would never be daylight again. That there were things watching me, up in the trees and hidden in the hedgesI dont know what kind of things, but . . . watching me, and laughing. I was terrified. When I finally saw the housejust this faint gold glow, over the bushesit was such a relief I almost screamed. The next thing I remember is pushing the back door open
He looked like The Scream, Rafe said, only muddier. And he was making absolutely no sense; half what came out of his mouth was pure gibberish, like he was speaking in tongues. All we could make out was that he had to go back, and that Daniel said we should stay where we were. Personally, I thought fuck that, I wanted to go find out what the hell was going on, but when I started getting my coat, Justin and Abby both went into such hysterics that I gave up.
And a good thing too, Abby said coolly. She had gone back to the doll; her hair fell across her face, hiding it, and even from across the room I could tell that her stitches were huge and sloppy and useless. What possible use do you think you could have been?
Rafe shrugged. Well never know, will we? I know that cottage; if Justin had just told me where he was going, I could have gone instead, and he could have stayed here and pulled himself together. But apparently thats not what Daniel had in mind.
Presumably he had reasons.
Oh, Im sure, Rafe said. Im sure he did. So Justin flapped around for a bit, grabbing things and babbling at us, and then he dashed out again.
I dont remember getting back to the cottage, Justin said. Afterwards I was absolutely covered in mud, up to my kneesmaybe I fell over, I dont knowand I had all these little scratches on my hands; I think I must have been holding onto the hedges to stay standing. Daniel was still sitting beside you; Im not sure hed moved since I left. He looked up at methere was rain on his glassesand do you know what he said? He said, This rain should come in useful. If it keeps up, any blood or footprints will be gone by the time the police arrive.
Rafe moved, a sudden restless shift that made the sofa springs grate.
I just stood there staring at him. All I heard was police and I honestly couldnt think what the police had to do with anything, but it terrified me just the same. He looked me up and down and then he said, Youre not wearing gloves.
With Lexie right there beside him, Rafe said, to nobody in particular. Lovely.
Id forgotten all about the gloves. I mean, I was . . . well, you get the idea. Daniel sighed and got uphe didnt even seem to be in a hurryand wiped his glasses on his handkerchief. Then he held out the handkerchief to me and I tried to take it, I thought he meant for me to clean my glasses as well, but he whipped it away and said, sort of irritably, Keys? So I brought them out, and he took them and wiped them offthat was when I finally figured out what the handkerchief was all about. Then he . . . Justin moved in the chair, as if he was looking for something but wasnt sure what. Do you really not remember any of this?
I dont know, I said, giving a convulsive little shrug. I still wasnt looking at him, except out of the corner of my eye, and it was making him nervous. If I remembered, I wouldnt have to ask you, would I?
OK. OK. Justin pushed his glasses up his nose. Well. Then Daniel . . . Your hands were sort of in your lap, and they were all . . . He picked one of your arms up by the sleeve, so he could get the keys into your coat pocket. Then he let go, and your armit just fell, Lexie, like a rag dolls, with this awful thud . . . I couldnt watch any more after that, I really couldnt. I kept the torch onon you, so he could see, but I turned around and looked out at the fieldI hoped maybe Daniel would think I was watching in case anyone came. He said, Wallet and then torch and I passed them back to him, but I dont know what he did with themI heard scuffly noises, but I was trying not to picture . . .
He took a deep, shaky breath. It took him forever. The wind was getting up and there were noises everywhere, rustles and creaks and little skittering sounds . . . I dont know how you do it, wandering around there at night. The rain was coming down harder but only in patches, there were these huge clouds blowing fast, and every time the moon came out the whole field looked alive. Maybe it was just shock, like Abby says, but I think . . . I dont know. Maybe there are some places that just arent right. Theyre not good for you. For your mind.
He was staring somewhere in the middle of the room, eyes unfocused, remembering. I thought of that small unmistakable shot of current up the back of my neck and I wondered, for the first time, how often John Naylor had really been following me.
Finally Daniel straightened up and said, That should do it. Lets go. So I turned around, and . . . Justin swallowed. I still had the torch on you. Your head had sort of fallen on one shoulder, and it was raining on you, there was rain on your face; it looked like you were crying in your sleep, like youd had a bad dream . . . I couldntGod. I couldnt stand the thought of just leaving you there like that. I wanted to stay with you till it got light, or at least till it stopped raining, but when I said that to Daniel he looked at me like I had lost my mind. So I told him at least, at the very least, we had to get you out of the rain. At first he said no to that, too; but when he realized that I wasnt going to leave otherwise, that hed have to physically drag me all the way home, he gave in. He was absolutely furiousall this stuff about how it would be my fault if we all ended up in jailbut I didnt care. So we . . .
Wetness shone on Justins cheek, but he didnt seem to notice. You were so heavy, he said. Youre such a little slip of a thing, Ive picked you up a million times; I thought . . . But it was like dragging a huge sack of wet sand. And you were so cold, and so . . . your face felt like something else; like that doll. I couldnt believe it was really you.
We got you into that room with the roof, and I tried to make youmake it less . . . It was so cold. I wanted to put my cardigan over you, but I knew Daniel would do something if I tried; hit me, I dont know. He was rubbing things off with his handkerchiefeven your face, where Id touched you, and your neck where hed felt for . . . He broke off a branch from those bushes at the door, and he swept out the whole place. Footprints, I suppose. He looked . . . God. Grotesque. Walking backwards in that awful eerie room, hunched over with this branch, sweeping. The torch shining through his fingers, and these huge shadows swinging on the walls . . .
He wiped his face, stared down at his fingertips. I said a prayer over you, before we left. I know thats not much, but . . . His face was wet again. May perpetual light shine upon her, he said.
Justin, Abby said, gently. Shes right here.
Justin shook his head. Then, he said, we went home.
After a moment Rafe clicked his lighter, hardall three of us jumped. They showed up on the patio, he said. Looking like something out of Night of the Living Dead.
We were both practically screaming at them, trying to find out what had happened, Abby said, but Daniel just stared past us; he had this terrible glassy look, I dont think he really saw us. He put out one arm to stop Justin going inside, and he said, Does anyone have any washing to do?
I do
nt think any of us had the foggiest clue what he was talking about, Rafe said. It was not a good moment to go all cryptic. I tried to grab him, to make him tell us what the fuck had happened out there, but he jumped back and snapped, Dont touch me. The way he said itI almost fell over backwards. It wasnt that he shouted at me or anything, he was practically whispering, but his face . . . He didnt look like Daniel any more; he didnt even look human. He was snarling at me.
He was covered with blood, Abby said bluntly, and he didnt want you to get it on yourself. And he was traumatized. You and I had it easy that night, Rafe. Noas Rafe snortedwe did. Would you have wanted to be in that cottage?
It might not have been a bad idea.
You wouldnt have, Justin said, with an edge to his voice. Believe me. Abbys right: you had it easy. Rafe shrugged elaborately.
Anyway, said Abby, after a tense second. Daniel took a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his forehead and said, Abby, get us each a full change of clothes and a towel, please. Rafe, get me a plastic bag, a big one. Justin, take your clothes off. He was already unbuttoning his shirt
By the time I got back with the bag, he and Justin were both standing on the patio in their boxers, Rafe said, brushing ash off his shirt. Not a pretty sight.
I was freezing, Justin said. He sounded a lot better, now that the worst part was over: shaky, drained, released. It was lashing rain, it was about seven million degrees below zero, the wind was like ice and we were standing on the patio in our underwear. I had no idea why we were doing this; my mind had gone numb, I was just doing whatever I was told. Daniel threw all our clothes into the bag and said something about lucky we werent wearing coatsI started to put my shoes in, I was trying to help, but he said, No, leave those here; Ill deal with them later. Sometime around then Abby got back with the towels and the clothes, and we dried off and got dressed
I tried again to ask what was going on, said Rafe, from a safe distance this time. Justin gave me this deer-in-headlights stare and Daniel didnt even look at me; he just tucked his shirt into his trousers and said, Rafe, Abby, bring your washing, please. If you dont have any dirty clothes, clean ones will do. Then he scooped up the bag in his arms and marched off into the kitchen, barefoot, with Justin tagging after him like a puppy. For some reason I actually went and got my washing.
He was right, Abby said. If the police had got there before we had the washing done, it needed to look like a normal load, not getting rid of evidence.
Rafe gave a one-shouldered shrug. Whatever. Daniel got the washing machine started and stood there frowning at it, like it was some fascinating mystery object. We were all in the kitchen, standing around like a bunch of spare pricks, waiting for I dont know what; for Daniel to say something, I suppose, although
All I could see was the knife, Justin said, low. Rafe and Abby had just left it there, on the kitchen floor
Rafe raised his eyes to the ceiling, jerked his head at Abby. Yeah, she said, that was me. I figured wed better not touch anything, not until the others came back and we knew what the plan was.
Because of course, Rafe told me, in a drawling pseudo-undertone, there was bound to be a plan. With Daniel, isnt there always a plan? Isnt it nice to know theres a plan?
Abby yelled at us, said Justin. She shouted, Where the hell is Lexie? In my ear. I almost fainted.
Daniel turned around and stared, Rafe said, like he had no idea who we were. Justin tried to say something and made this awful choking noise, and Daniel jumped about a mile and blinked at him. Then he said, Lexie is in that ruined cottage she likes. Shes dead. I assumed Justin had told you. And he started putting his socks on.
Justin had told us, Abby said quietly, but I guess we had been hoping hed got it wrong, somehow . . .
A long silence. Upstairs the clock on the landing was ticking, slow and heavy. Somewhere Daniel had his foot on the accelerator and I thought I could feel him out there, coming closer every second, the dizzying speed of the road under his tyres.
"And then? I asked. Did you just go to bed?
They looked at each other. Justin started to laugh, a high, helpless sound, and after a moment the others joined in.
What? I said.
I dont know what were laughing about, Abby said, wiping her eyes and trying to compose herself and look stern, which sent them all into fresh spurts of giggles. Oh, God . . . It wasnt funny; really, it wasnt. Its just . . .
Youre not going to believe this, Rafe said. We played poker.
We did. We sat at that table
practically having heart attacks every time the rain hit the window
Justins teeth wouldnt stop chattering, it was like sitting next to a maraca player
And when the wind did that thing with the door? And Daniel knocked his chair over?
Look whos talking. About ninety percent of the time I could see every card in your hand. Youre lucky I was in no mood for cheating, I couldve cleaned you out
They were talking over each other, chattering like a bunch of teenagers bursting out of some huge exam, giddy with relief. Oh, my God, Justin said, closing his eyes and pressing his glass against his temple. That fucking, fucking card game. My jaw still drops when I think about it. Daniel kept saying, The only reliable alibi is an actual sequence of events
The rest of us could barely talk in sentences, said Rafe, and hes waxing philosophical about the art of the alibi. I couldnt have said reliable alibi.
so he made us turn all the clocks back to eleven, just before it all went horrible, and go back into the kitchen and finish the washing up, and then he made us come in here and play cards. As if nothing had happened.
He played your hand as well as his, Abby told me. The first time you had a decent hand and he had a better one, he went all in for you and then knocked you out. It was surreal.
And he kept narrating, Rafe said. He stretched for the vodka bottle and topped up his glass. In the hazy afternoon light through the windows he looked beautiful and dissolute, shirt open at the collar and streaks of golden hair falling in his eyes, like some Regency buck after a long nights dancing. Lexies raising, Lexie folds, Lexie would need another drink at this point, could someone please pass her the wine . . . He was like some nutcase who sits next to you in the park and feeds bites of sandwich to his imaginary friend. Once hed got you out of the game he made us act out this little scene, you heading off on your walk and all of us waving bye-bye to thin air . . . I thought we were losing our minds. I remember sitting there, in that chair, politely saying good-bye to the door and thinking very clearly and calmly, So this is what insanity feels like.
It must have been three in the morning by then, Justin said, but Daniel wouldnt let us go to bed. We had to sit there and keep playing Texas bloody Hold-em, to the bitter endDaniel won, of course, he was the only one who could concentrate, but it took him forever to wipe the rest of us out. Honestly, the cops must think were the worst poker players in history, I was folding on flush draws and raising on a ten high . . . I was so exhausted I was seeing double, and it all felt like a hideous nightmare, I kept thinking I had to wake up. We hung the clothes in front of the fire to dry and the room was like something out of The Fog, clothes steaming and the fire spitting and everyone chain-smoking Daniels horrible unfiltered things
He wouldnt let me go get normal ones, said Abby. He said we all needed to stay together, and anyway the cameras at the petrol station would show what time Id come in and it would mess everything up . . . He was like a general. Rafe snorted. He was. The rest of us were shaking so much we could barely hold our cards
Justin got sick at one stage, Rafe said through a cigarette, waving out the match. In
the kitchen sink, charmingly enough.
I couldnt help it, Justin said. All I could think of was you, lying there in the dark, all by yourself He reached out and squeezed my arm. I put up a hand to cover his for a second; his was cool and bony and trembling hard.
That was all any of us could think about, Abby said, but Daniel . . . I could see how much it was taking out of himhis face had fallen in under the cheekbones, like hed lost a stone since dinner, and his eyes looked wrong, all huge and blackbut he was so calm, as if nothing had happened. Justin started cleaning up the sink
He was still gagging, Rafe said. I could hear him. Out of the five of us, Lexie, I think you may have had the nicest evening.