Page 25 of The Twins
“Yes, yes, I am.”
“And where are you now?”
“I’m in the bathroom.”
“Door locked?”
“Yes, yes, of course. Can you send someone…quickly…please. He’s a madman.”
“I’ve found you, Hardacre Court, right?”
“Yes, number nine.”
“Officers are on their way.”
“Please, tell them to hurry. Bash the front door down if they have to.” I pressed my hand to my chest. It was difficult to breathe.
“They will if they have to.” She paused. “Can you hear anything in the house to confirm you have an intruder?”
“No, nothing. He might have left, but I have no way of knowing, I’ve been out all evening. I just got home and came straight upstairs to discover he’d been here. In my bedroom.”
“Do you know who it is?”
My breath hitched, and I held back a sob of terror. I was staring at the flicked lock as though my willpower could keep it in place. One kick and the frame would splinter and it would go.
“Miss, do you know who could have got into your home?”
“I…I’m a defense lawyer, sometimes cases don’t go the way the accused wants them to. I think…I’m guessing it’s someone with a grudge.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’ve had a few sinister notes, and flowers…delivered to the courthouse.”
I could hear her tapping as though taking information down.
“Are they nearly here? I’m so scared.” A cold sweat was forming on my brow.
“Two minutes away, stay on the line with me.”
“Yes. Yes. I can do that.”
“Is it still quiet outside the bathroom?” she asked.
“Yes. Perhaps he’s gone.”
“The officers will search the place for you. Stay in the bathroom until they arrive.”
“I will. Yes. Thank you. Thank you.” My clammy hand was shaking. I gripped the phone to my ear.
“What’s your name?”
“Rebecca. Rebecca Saunders.”
“Okay, Rebecca, do you live alone?”
“Yes.”
“Does anyone else have a key to the property?”
