Page 106 of The Half Sister

Lauren wants to snatch the phone from him and make it stop.

‘So, I’ll ask again; where were you?’

‘I...I popped round to Mum’s,’ she stutters.

‘So why didn’t you answer your phone?’ he asks, staring at her intently.

She forces herself to come up with something feasible, but she can’t think quickly enough. ‘I didn’t even hear it ring. It must have been on silent.’

Simon reaches for Lauren’s phone on the bedside table and attempts to bring it to life with her passcode. She flinches asTry Againlights up the screen, knowing that he’s going to be more suspicious of her changing it than anything he might find. She’d taken great care to delete any messages between her and Justin.

Try Again.

Try Again.

She feels sick as he turns to look at her. ‘What the fuck’s going on?’

She sits up and holds her hand out, hoping he doesn’t notice it shaking. ‘I changed it,’ she says.

‘Why would you need to do that?’

‘Because Noah knew my pin,’ she says, as light-heartedly as she can. ‘He was playing games on it whenever I turned my back.’ She wants to say,It’s none of your damn business.It’s my phone and you’ve got no right to look at it, but she knows there’s nothing to gain by riling him when he’s in this mood.

‘So what’s the new code?’ he asks, still holding on to it.

‘Give it here and I’ll do it.’

His eyes narrow. ‘How about you tell me what it is, andI’lldo it.’

‘Fine,’ she says. ‘1921.’

His face flashes with satisfaction as the phone lights up, before clouding over again. ‘You’ve got eight missed calls from Kate and five from me.’

Shit, that’s something she hadn’t cleaned up. ‘Really? I had no idea.’

‘What time did you get back from your mum’s?’

‘Erm, I don’t know,’ she says. ‘Around eight, but then Kate caught up with me here, so it’s all good.’

He’s still looking intently at the phone, making Lauren’s nerves jangle. ‘What was so urgent?’ he asks without looking up.

‘Eh?’

He turns to face her. ‘What did Kate need to talk to you about so urgently?’

She slides back down the bed. ‘Oh, it was just something about Jess,’ she says, faking a yawn. ‘She’s got a bee in her bonnet – you know Kate.’

‘So what time did Kate come here then?’

His questioning makes her feel as if she’s on the stand, in front of a judge and jury. She needs to tread carefully because like the best of lawyers, Simon’s good at catching her out.

‘I can’t remember,’ she says. ‘Probably about nine-ish.’

Simon’s brow furrows. ‘That’s odd, because she left that message on my phone at nine thirty.’

An overwhelming heat engulfs Lauren’s body, instantaneously making every pore prickle with sweat.

‘And she last tried you at ten,’ Simon goes on. ‘So that doesn’t add up, does it?’

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