Pitch Black lab-5
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Janis lay back, staring into the darkness. It would all be over soon. Marion Peters had briefed her well on what to expect. They’d changed her plea to ‘guilty’ so the odds were that she might be out of there within five years, probably a lot less if tomorrow’s judge looked on her case with a modicum of sympathy.
It was strange how she felt a sense of peace now that it was almost over. The weeks of denial had made her tense and brittle, but she had begun to feel a sense of rousing from a bad dream in the wake of Albert Little’s confession. How could she have hoped for someone to get away with these murders? That fact alone had given her a gnawing sense of guilt. In retrospect, it hadn’t been very likely but so long as the killer was on the loose there would be a doubt in people’s minds about Nicko’s death, and Janis Faulkner could continue to hope for a full acquittal.
In the end it had been a relief to tell them the truth. At first she had hesitated then it had all come out in a rush, every last detail. How she’d pulled that kitchen knife out and lunged at her husband as he’d come at her again; how she had washed away every trace and thrown her blood-stained clothing into the dark waters of Loch Lomond. She’d told them every bit about that night and about the day that had followed, even about her efforts to find sanctuary in Mull with her grandfather, Lachie.
But she didn’t quite tell them everything. Not about the continual nightmares, when he came after her. Nor about his eyes and his laughter mocking her or how she’d woken up sweating and trembling night after night. Once she’d almost told that tall policeman, the one with eyes that reminded her of Grandpa Lachie. But she’d persisted with the lie, telling herself that she’d been punished enough already, protesting her innocence to anyone who would listen, even that journalist Greer. And maybe the judge would agree. Maybe tomorrow would bring some sort of future that was untainted with the memory of Nicko’s vicious hands and his voice that had disturbed her sleep for so long now.
It was not yet tomorrow, Janis told herself as she closed her eyes against the darkness. Tomorrow was a new day and might bring a new hope.
She turned on her side, heaved a deep sigh and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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