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  love life, but later when I was helping her to clear up, she brought it up again.

  You can’t be alone for the rest of your life, Paige, just because of one bad relationship.

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn’t want to talk

  about it but I knew she wasn’t going to let it go.

  It wasn’t just a bad relationship though, was it? It was

  five years of my life wasted, with someone who treated

  me like shit and left me with nothing but debts. You all

  saw it, but I didn’t believe a word you said until it all came crashing down around my ears. I don’t want to risk

  finding myself in that sort of situation again. My taste in men is so bad, I can’t be trusted.

  There are plenty of men out there who won’t treat you

  like that, though, Gem pointed out. At some point, you need to give it a chance, even if it’s just a date or two here or there.

  You can hardly talk, I said, but it was a cheap shot.

  I’ve got Petra; you know my reasons for staying single,

  she said, looking disappointed that I’d compared my expe-

  rience with the loss of her husband. In a few years, when she’s a bit older, I’ll be ready for a relationship again. But you’ve cut yourself off completely from the prospect, and it’s not right. I worry you’ll be lonely.

  I shook my head, but didn’t reply, and she didn’t push

  it any further. As I drove home I wondered if I should be

  trying to move on, but knew deep down that I couldn’t.

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  11 hours before the murder

  Laura was playing with the children in the living room,

  trying in vain to get Jaxon to play nicely with his sister.

  Bridget hoped he would settle down soon, but knew it

  was unlikely with his father being such a bad influence

  in his life.

  Crossing the room, she dusted the picture frames on the

  wall, and her eyes alighted on the photo of her niece. Bridget’s brother and sister-in-law had been no good as parents, either, neglecting their child in favour of alcohol and their own

  social lives. If someone had acted a little earlier, maybe

  something could have been done to help. She picked up the

  photo and clasped it to her, deciding to add it to the collection by her bed. It might motivate her when trying to

  convince Laura that sole custody was the best option.

  She turned around and saw Laura sitting against the

  sofa, her hands across her face.

  What am I doing wrong? she asked. He won’t do

  anything I ask.

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  You need to be firm and consistent, Bridget replied. It’s the only thing children understand.

  I am! I am, all the time, but he just laughs at me. She looked over to where Jaxon was ripping up a piece of

  paper that Lexi had been scribbling on, the little girl

  looking on in confusion. She doesn’t cry, whatever he does to her. Maybe if she did, he’d learn to be nicer to her.

  Don’t blame this on Lexi, Bridget said sharply. Perhaps she understands him better than any of us.

  Laura sighed and moved to take the paper away from

  Jaxon, knowing full well he’d hit her and scream when

  she did. Every time she suggested something that she

  thought might help Jaxon, her mum shot her down. She

  should be used to it by now.

  Time for tea, Bridget said, before going back through to the kitchen, leaving Laura to tidy up and bring the

  children through. At least it was Friday, Laura thought,

  so she got a couple of days’ rest. Maybe she’d stop at

  the Deaf club for a while after dropping Jaxon and Lexi

  off with Alan. She yawned, then thought perhaps she’d

  prefer to come home and have an early night instead, but

  the thought of an evening in with Bridget didn’t fill her

  with excitement, either. If she was honest, she was fed

  up with her life. It was boring and lonely, and she realised

  that if she didn’t do something about it soon, nothing

  would ever change.

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  Chapter 15

  Saturday 10th February

  I don’t know if it was the sound or the smell that woke

  me. Both crept into my dreams and roused me from a

  disturbed sleep, but at first I didn’t realise what the insistent beeping was. I coughed, and coughed again, and the rank

  air that filled my lungs helped my brain to make the

  connection: the smoke alarm.

  Grabbing a t-shirt off the floor, I covered my mouth

  and nose and jumped out of bed. It was still dark, but

  there was enough light from the street outside for me to

  see the smoke curling underneath my bedroom door. What

  was it I’d been taught about fires? Fighting panic, I battled to keep my breathing steady; hyperventilating now would

  only make me breathe in more smoke. I felt the door

  with the back of my hand. It wasn’t hot, so I risked

  opening it.

  Just inside the front door of my flat was a heap of

  flames. I couldn’t tell what it was and stepped closer.

  Oh God, I realised suddenly, Anna wouldn’t have heard

  the smoke alarm!

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  The fire was closer to her door than mine, but I managed to skirt around it to wrench the door open and shake her

  awake. She didn’t respond. I didn’t know how long we’d

  both been inhaling smoke in our sleep, but she would’ve

  had more than me. I redoubled my efforts, and Anna

  opened her eyes and started to cough heavily. She retched

  but brought nothing up. I quickly signed Fire, and pulled her out of bed.

  We were both coughing as we went out into the hallway.

  The fire was blocking our route to the front door. I’d

  never considered the possibility of having to get out of

  my flat another way. Could I fit through one of the

  windows? Even if I could, it was a long drop from the

  first floor. I doubled over with another coughing fit, and

  Anna darted back into her room. She re-emerged with the

  duvet in her hands and flung it over the fire, stamping

  down on it. I grabbed her and pulled her back, worried

  that the duvet would burst into flames, but it didn’t, and

  I wrenched the front door open. I hammered on the nearest

  door until I woke someone and asked them to call the

  fire brigade, then rushed downstairs to warn the people

  in the flat below mine. Anna trailed behind me, coughing

  loudly.

  A few minutes later, we were out of the building, gulping

  fresh air into our lungs. I could hear sirens approaching

  and I alerted Anna, earning some curious looks from my

  neighbours who had also gathered outside. Many chose

  to stay in the building, but those whose properties were

  immediately adjacent to mine didn’t want to take the risk.

  I directed the firefighters to my flat, then stood and

  waited to be seen by a paramedic who had pulled up in

  a car. I interpreted for Anna while she was checked over.

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  ‘You seem okay, but if you start to cough more, or feel light headed at all, then you need to go straight to A and

  E,’ the paramedic told Anna.

  We agreed, and once he’d checked me over, we leant

  against a wall and waited.

  What do you think caused it? Anna asked me.

  I didn’t want to accept it, but I knew exactly what had

  happened. Someone shoved something through the letter

  box and set fire to it.

  Really? The horror on her face mirrored the feeling in my stomach.

  At that moment, a firefighter approached me.

  ‘Miss Northwood? The fire was easy to put out when

  we arrived, that was quick thinking to smother it.’

  I told Anna she’d probably saved my flat from burning

  down and she beamed.

  ‘First signs do suggest it was arson, so we’ll be passing

  it on to the police. There was charring around the edges

  of your letter box, and the position of the flammable

  material suggests that’s how it entered your flat. To be

  honest, it was mainly paper and cotton wool, and your

  carpet is fire retardant, so it might not have spread much

  further anyway.’

  I nodded. ‘I think this might be related to my work

  with the police,’ I said. ‘In which case, it needs to be

  passed to either DI Forest or DC Singh.’

  The firefighter frowned, but nodded. ‘If you say so.

  They might just send a PC out to take your statement

  initially, though.’

  I didn’t have the energy to argue, and went back to join

  my sister. She was shivering, so I pressed myself up against

  her to try and share some body heat. The paramedic came

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  back to speak to us, warning us again about the signs to watch for over the next forty-eight hours, then we were

  allowed back inside.

  The hallway was black with the residue from the smoke.

  I walked around the rooms, opening every window despite

  the wintry air that rushed in. I propped open all the

  connecting doors in the hope that the smell would dissi-

  pate. A couple of pictures in the hallway looked to be

  damaged, including my favourite piece of felt work, but

  the smoke hadn’t penetrated any other room enough to

  do any more than superficial damage.

  We should be thankful they didn’t know what they

  were doing, I said as Anna poked the foamy pile of paper and cotton wool with her toe. The scorched duvet was

  bundled next to it. I’d have to get her a new one.

  Why do you say that?

  I doubt they only meant to set fire to my doormat, I

  replied, then shivered. I didn’t want to think about what

  they’d hoped to achieve, whoever they were.

  Picking up my phone, I texted DC Singh to tell him

  what had happened. He’d probably be fast asleep, it was

  four-thirty in the morning, but at least he’d be able to

  look into it when he was back in work. Sending the

  message made me feel comforted, somehow.

  There was a knock at the door, and I opened it to find

  the firefighter I had spoken to earlier.

  ‘I’ve reported the incident, so someone will be round

  to take a statement, but it could be a few hours yet.

  We’ve taken samples from the material that was put

  through the door, and they might want to send forensics

  out to take fingerprints from the door. It’s likely they’ll

  have leaned against it when they opened the letter box,

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  but unless they wore gloves they’re going to have a pretty nasty burn. Normally they push stuff through, then drop

  a match through and set it on fire that way, but your guy

  did it the wrong way round. Lucky for you they didn’t

  know what they were doing,’ he said, echoing my earlier

  sentiments.

  I thanked him, then went back to join Anna in the

  living room. I sank down onto the arm of the sofa and

  rubbed my face with both hands.

  Who the hell would do this? Anna asked.

  The same person who’s been threatening me. It must

  be.

  Anna frowned. Do you think this is all because someone

  wants to stop you from finding out what happened to

  Lexi?

  I sat back on the sofa and looked at the ceiling for a

  moment. Someone must think I know something. But I

  can’t think of anything that might make me a threat. I

  don’t even know these people.

  Anna came over and put her arm around me, giving

  me a squeeze. Do you want to go back to bed?

  I shook my head. I don’t think I can sleep. I’m going

  to just make a coffee and put the TV on. I want something to distract me.

  Ten minutes later, we’d settled ourselves in front of a

  DVD when there was another knock on the door. I had

  no idea who it could be, so we both crept into the hall,

  Anna standing to the side while I looked through the

  peephole.

  Relief coursed through me, and I opened the door to

  see DC Singh, looking younger than usual, in jeans and

  a green jumper.

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  ‘I didn’t mean you had to come round straight away,’

  I said, trying to keep my voice light hearted. I didn’t want

  him to know how relieved I was to see him.

  ‘I was awake,’ he said, but didn’t offer any further expla-

  nation. ‘They need to sort out the security on this building.

  The front door was propped wide open; I just walked in.’

  I made him a coffee and he sat on a chair opposite the

  sofa, listening as I explained what had happened.

  He shook his head slowly when I’d finished. ‘I’m sorry

  you’ve had to experience this, Paige. I didn’t take these

  threats seriously enough, and I blame myself for what’s

  happened tonight.’

  ‘It’s not your fault.’

  He shook his head again. ‘Have you noticed anyone

  acting suspiciously, hanging around your flat, following

  you?’

  ‘No, nothing at all. I would have told you.’

  ‘I think we can assume whoever did this is the same

  person who’s been threatening you. I’ll make sure we get

  a CSI down here to see if they can find anything.’ He

  looked up at me, his brown eyes full of concern. ‘Do you

  want to reconsider working for us on this case? I completely

  understand if you want to withdraw. We can find another

  interpreter.’

  I thought about his suggestion for a moment. I was

  torn. These threats were starting to scare me, especially

  now they’d involved Anna by setting fire to my flat while

  we were both asleep. I didn’t want anything worse to

  happen, but I also didn’t want to give up my connection

  with the police. I was desperate to help, to know what

  was happening. And something about his tone of voice

  made me think he didn’t want me to quit.

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  ‘No,’ I said firmly, making my mind up. ‘Whoever it is wants to scare me off, and I’m not prepared for them to

  succeed.’

  Singh gave me a small smile. ‘Okay. But if you change

  your mind at any time, please tell us. And keep hold of

  my number, in case anything else happens.’

  Are they going to give you police protection? Anna

  asked, but I waved her question away. Singh looked

  between the two of us, so I interpreted her question for

  him.

  ‘I’m not sure we can do that at the moment,’ he replied.

  ‘But I will look into it.’

  I nearly laughed, thinking he wasn’t serious, but the

  look he gave me said otherwise , so I thanked him instead.

  He got up to leave, but as we reached the front door he

  turned to me. ‘Do you have any idea who it might be? It

  does look like whoever this person is, they know you’re

  working with us, and they see you as a threat. They must

  think you know something.’

  ‘I have no idea, I’m sorry. None of the people involved

  really know me, other than Laura.’

  Singh nodded, holding my gaze for a moment, then

  said goodbye. Once he’d gone, I leant against the door,

  deep in thought, until Anna came through to find me.

  I don’t think they’re taking this seriously, she said.

  They are, they just have no idea why someone would

  want to hurt me. Neither do I. Maybe they’re just trying

  to scare me. I didn’t believe it, but by saying it I thought I might allay Anna’s fears.

  But when they realise you’re not quitting, what then?

  They could have killed both of us. What do they need to

  do for the police to believe someone wants to hurt you?

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  I glared at her. Don’t say things like that. Anyway, you saw him, he believes us. But he’s a DC, he’s not in charge, and I doubt DI Forest will want to waste any resources

  on me.

  A jolt of anger coursed through me. How dare this

  person think they could threaten me and stop me from

  doing my job? I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t a coward. And I

  would not let them intimidate me or push me away from

  this case. They’d threatened my life, and the life of my

  sister, and I wouldn’t let them get what they wanted.

 

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