Into the Water(74)

I walked her out to the car, where uniform were waiting to drive her home, wondering about the ways in which Mark Henderson was bad, wondering whether he’d managed to convince himself that being in love absolved him.

‘You asked about where he might go,’ Tracey said to me when we got to the car. ‘It’s difficult to say, without knowing the context, but there’s one place I can think of. We – well, my dad – has a place out on the coast. Mark and I went there at weekends quite a bit. It’s quite isolated, there’s no one else around. Mark always said it was the perfect escape.’

‘It’s unoccupied, this place?’

‘It’s not used much. We used to leave a key out the back under a pot, but earlier this year we discovered that someone had been using it without our permission – there would be mugs left out or rubbish in the bins or whatever – so we stopped doing that.’

‘When was the last time that happened? The last time someone used it without asking?’

She frowned. ‘Oh, God. A while back. April, I think? Yeah, April. The Easter holidays.’

‘And where exactly is this place?’

‘Howick,’ she said. ‘It’s a tiny little village, nothing much there at all. Just up the coast from Craster.’





Lena


HE APOLOGIZED WHEN he let me out of the boot. ‘I’m sorry, Lena, but what would you have had me do?’ I started laughing but he told me to shut up, his fist clenched, and I thought he was going to smack me again, so I did.

We were at a house by the sea – just one house, all by itself, right on the cliff, with a garden and a wall and one of those outdoor pub tables. The house looked like it was all locked up, there was no one around. From where I was standing I couldn’t see another building anywhere near us, just a track running past, not even a proper road. I couldn’t hear anything either, no traffic noise, nothing like that, just the gulls and the waves on the rocks.

‘No point screaming,’ he said, like he’d read my mind. Then he took me by the arm and led me over to the table, and handed me a tissue to wipe my mouth.

‘You’ll be all right,’ he said.

‘Will I?’ I asked, but he just looked away.

For a long time, we just sat there, side by side, with his hand still on my forearm, his grip gradually loosening as his breathing slowed. I didn’t pull away. No point struggling now. Not yet. I was scared, my legs were trembling like mad under the table and I couldn’t make them stop. But it actually felt like that was good, like it was helpful. I felt strong, the way I had when he found me in the house and we fought. Yeah, OK, he won, but only because I didn’t go for the kill straight away, only because I wasn’t sure what I was dealing with. That was only the first round. If he thought that was me beaten, he had another thing coming.

If he knew what I’d been feeling, what I’d been through, I don’t think he’d be holding on to my arm. I think he’d been running for his fucking life.

I bit down hard on my lip. I could taste fresh blood on my tongue and I liked it, it felt good. I liked the metal taste, I liked the feel of blood in my mouth, something to spit at him. When the time was right. I had so many things to ask him, but I didn’t know where to start so I just said, ‘Why did you keep it?’ I had to try really hard to keep my voice steady and not let it crack or shake or waver or show him that I was scared. He didn’t say anything, so I asked again. ‘Why did you keep her bracelet? Why not just throw it away? Or leave it on her wrist? Why take it?’

He let go of my arm. He didn’t look at me, just stared out at the sea. ‘I don’t know,’ he said wearily. ‘Honestly, I’ve no idea why I took it. Insurance, I suppose. Clutching at straws. To hold something over someone else …’ He stopped speaking suddenly and closed his eyes. I didn’t understand what he was talking about, but I had a feeling, like I’d opened something up, an opportunity. I moved very slightly away from him. Then slightly more. He opened his eyes again, but did nothing, just kept staring at the water, his face expressionless. He looked exhausted. Beaten. Like he had nothing left. I drew back on the bench. I could run. I’m really fast when I need to be. I glanced back at the track behind the house. I’d have a good chance of getting away from him if I headed straight across the track, over the stone wall and across the fields. If I did that, he wouldn’t be able to follow in the car, and I’d have a chance.

I didn’t do it. Even though I knew it might be the last chance I’d get, I stayed put. If it came down to it, I thought, it would be better to die knowing what happened to my mother than to live and always wonder, to never ever know. I didn’t think I could bear that.

I got to my feet. He didn’t move, just watched me as I rounded the table and sat down opposite him, forcing him to look at me.

‘Do you know that I thought she’d left me? Mum. When they found her and they came and told me, I thought it was a choice. I thought she chose to die, because she felt guilty about what happened to Katie or because she was ashamed of that, or … I don’t know. Just because the water had a stronger pull for her than I did.’

He said nothing.

‘I believed that!’ I shouted it as loud as I could and he jumped. ‘I believed that she abandoned me! Do you understand what that felt like? And now it turns out she didn’t. She didn’t choose anything. You took her. You took her from me, just like you took Katie.’