The Secret Place (Dublin Murder Squad, #5)(191)

Dad hands her a glass. She takes it automatically, without looking. ‘Her life, Frank, her life isn’t anything like she thought it would be. All our plans, we were going to take the world by storm . . . She never imagined this.’

Mum doesn’t normally talk like this in front of Holly. She’s cupping one cheek and looking into air, seeing things. She’s forgotten Holly is there.

Dad asks, ‘Going to meet up with her again?’ Holly can tell he wants to touch Mum, put his arms around her. She wants to as well, to press in against Mum’s side, but she stays back because Dad is.

‘Maybe. I don’t know. She’s going back to America next week; back to her husband, and the temp work. She can’t stay any longer. And she’s got all her cousins to see before then. We swore we’d e-mail this time . . .’ Mum runs her fingers down her face, like she’s feeling the lines around her mouth for the first time.

Dad says, ‘Maybe next summer we can think about taking a holiday over in that direction. If you want to.’

‘Oh, Frank. That’s lovely of you. But she’s not in New York or San Francisco, anywhere that . . .’ Mum looks at the wineglass in her hand, bewildered, and puts it down on the counter. ‘She’s in Minnesota, a smallish town there. That’s where her husband’s from. I don’t know if . . .’

‘If we headed to New York, she might come up and join us. Have a think about it.’

‘I will. Thank you.’ Mum takes a deep breath. She picks up her bag off the floor and tucks the photo back into it. ‘Holly,’ she says, holding out an arm and smiling. ‘Come here, darling, and give me my kiss. How was your week?’



That night Holly can’t sleep. The house feels stuffed with heat, but when she kicks off the duvet a chill flattens itself along her back. She listens to Mum and Dad going to bed: Mum’s voice still rising faster and happier, dropping suddenly now and then when she remembers Holly; the low rhythm of Dad adding in something that makes Mum laugh out loud. After their voices stop, Holly lies there in the dark on her own, trying to stay still. She thinks about texting one of the others to see if she’s awake, but she doesn’t know which one, or what she wants to say.



‘Lenie,’ Holly says.

It feels like stretched hours before Selena, face down on her bed reading, looks up. ‘Mm?’

‘Next year. How do we decide who shares with who?’

‘Huh?’

‘Senior rooms. Do you know who you want to share with?’

A thick skin of rain coats the window. They’re stuck indoors; in the common room, people are playing a nineties edition of Trivial Pursuit, trying out makeup, texting. The smell of beef stew for tea has somehow made it all the way up from the canteen. It’s making Holly feel slightly sick.

‘For f*ck’s sake,’ Julia says, turning a page. ‘It’s February. If you want something to worry about, how about that stupid Social Awareness Studies project?’

‘Lenie?’

Senior rooms hang over the whole of fourth year. Friendships go down in flames and tears because someone picks the wrong person to share with. All the boarders spend most of the year edging carefully round the choice, trying to find some way to navigate it undamaged.

Selena gazes, lips parted, like Holly’s asked her to fly a space shuttle. She says, ‘One of you guys.’

A flutter of fear catches at Holly. ‘Well, yeah. Which one?’

Nothing out of Selena; empty space, echoes. Becca has felt something in the air and taken out her earbuds.

‘Want to know who I’m going to share with?’ Julia asks. ‘Because if you’re going to start getting hyper about stuff that isn’t even happening yet, it’s definitely not you.’

‘I didn’t ask you,’ Holly points out. ‘What’ll we do, Lenie?’ She wills Selena to sit up and think about it, come up with an idea that makes sure no one’s feelings get hurt, that’s what she’s good at; names out of a hat maybe – please Lenie please . . . ‘Lenie?’

Selena says, ‘You do it. I don’t mind. I’m reading.’

Holly says, feeling her voice too loud and too sharp-edged, ‘We all have to decide together. That’s how it works. You don’t get to just make the rest of us do it.’

Selena tucks her head down tight over her book. Becca watches, sucking the cord of her earbuds.

‘Hol,’ Julia says, giving Holly the crinkle-nosed smile that means trouble. ‘I need something out of the common room. Come with me.’

Holly doesn’t actually feel like letting Julia boss her around. ‘What do you need?’

‘Come on.’ Julia slides off the bed.

‘Is it too heavy for you to carry by yourself?’

‘Hahahaha, such a comedienne. Come on.’

The force of her makes Holly feel better. Maybe she should have said something to Jules straight off; maybe the two of them together will come up with a decent answer. She swings her legs off the bed. Becca watches them out of the room. Selena doesn’t.

The early darkness outside turns the light in the corridor a dirty yellow. Julia leans back against the wall with her arms folded. She says, ‘What the f*ck are you doing?’

She doesn’t bother keeping it down; the rain battering the landing window covers their voices from any listeners. Holly says, ‘I was just asking her. What’s the big huge—’