Part 70 (2/2)

In the middle of the parquet floor she feels something sticky beneath her heel. Maddy must have spilled some juice. There's a fusty smell in the room, a smell of nettles and damp soil.

An itchy, electric sense of danger flares up inside her, and she feels a s.h.i.+ver run up her spine to her neck.

It's hardly surprising that she's shaken up after everything that's happened, the things that are being said about Erik are terrible, she thinks as she wonders if she just heard something from the window facing the courtyard.

She listens, and walks closer to the gla.s.s. Everything is quiet, but someone could easily be standing there looking at her when the curtains are open.

She moves cautiously towards the window and puts her hand out to touch the gla.s.s.

She closes the curtains, the hooks jangle on the rails, and then everything is quiet again, apart from the gentle sound of the curtains swaying against the wall.

Jackie goes over to the piano, sits down on the stool, lifts the lid of the keyboard, settles more comfortably, lowers her hands and feels something lying across the keys.

It's a piece of fabric.

She picks it up and feels it. It's a cloth or scarf of some sort.

Maddy must have put it there.

It's a piece of intricate embroidery. She follows the pattern of the st.i.tches with her fingertips.

It seems to be some sort of animal, with four legs, and wings or feathers on its back, and a man's head with a curly beard.

She stands up slowly as her whole body goes cold, as if she had just fallen straight through broken ice.

There's someone in the room.

She felt it a moment ago, just now.

The parquet floor creaks behind her back under the weight of an adult body.

A feeling of absolute danger makes the world shrink to a compact point in which she is utterly alone with her terror.

'Erik?' she says without turning round.

Something rustles slowly and the vibration from the floor makes the empty fruit-bowl on the table rattle.

'Is that you, Erik?' she asks as calmly as she can. 'You can't just turn up here like this ...'

She turns round and hears the sound of unfamiliar breathing, shallow and agitated.

Jackie moves slowly towards the door.

He stays where he is, but there's a sort of squeaking sound, as if he were wearing plastic clothes, or rubber.

'We can talk through everything,' she says, with obvious fear in her voice. 'I overreacted, I know I did, I wanted to call you ...'

He doesn't answer, just s.h.i.+fts his weight from one foot to the other. The floor creaks beneath him.

'I'm not cross any more, I think about you all the time ... it's going to be fine,' she says weakly.

She moves into the pa.s.sageway leading to the hall, thinking that she has to get out, that she has to lure Erik out of the flat, away from Maddy.

'Let's go and sit in the kitchen Maddy hasn't come home yet,' she lies.

There's a sudden thudding sound on the floor, he's rus.h.i.+ng towards her and she holds up a hand to stop him.

Something strikes her raised arm. The pestle glances off her elbow and she staggers backwards.

The adrenalin rus.h.i.+ng through her veins means that she doesn't even notice the pain in her arm.

Jackie backs away, holding her injured arm up, turns and walks into the wall, hits her knees against the little table, grabs the gla.s.s bowl that Maddy usually uses for popcorn, and strikes out hard. She hits him and drops the bowl. He falls forward into her and Jackie hits her back against the bookcase.

Jackie can feel his rain-clothes against her body. She pushes him away with both hands and smells his bitter breath on her face.

Books crash to the floor.

It isn't Erik, she thinks.

That isn't his smell.

She runs, with her hand against the wall, into the hall and reaches the front door, and starts to turn the lock with shaking hands.

Heavy footsteps approach from behind.

She opens the door, but something jangles and the door bounces back.

The safety chain, she forgot the safety chain.

She pulls the door shut, fumbles with the chain but she's shaking too much and can't unfasten it.

The person who wants to kill her is coming closer, making a little purring sound in their throat.

Jackie pushes the twisted chain sideways with her fingers and suddenly it comes loose, she opens the door and tumbles out into the stairwell. She almost falls, but manages to reach her neighbour's door and bangs on it with the palm of her hand.

'Open the door!' Jackie screams.

She feels movement behind her, turns round and puts her arms up in front of her face to s.h.i.+eld it from the blow.

Jackie falls against her neighbour's door, blood runs down her cheek and she lets out a deep gasp as the next blow knocks her head sideways.

A bitter flower blossoms and fills her mouth and nostrils, a warm flower with petals like thin feathers.

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