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Monday, April 25, 2011

Black & Deep Desires, chapter 11

When he left, she went through a process shed been following recently. She searched the house systematically from top to bottom. Every cupboard, every curtain, behind every door. She couldnt rest until it was done. When shed arrived in Rundall shed left doors unlocked, windows thrown open. Things were different now. The more she thought about the disk shed found on her desk, the more she concluded that one of only five people could possibly have had the opportunity to put it there. There was a spare set of keys to her cottage and to the Taylors house kept in a drawer in Rose Guilfoyles desk. She knew this because the day after shed arrived shed locked herself out and Rose had shown her where the spares were kept. The only people whod have access to that drawer were Rose, Simon and Cordelia Guilfoyle, and Iain and Marguerite Taylor. Any one of them could have taken the key, let themselves into her cottage while she was at work, put the disk with the others, and left without being seen. It was a horrible feeling, not knowing who you could trust; who might, at their leisure, be going through your things. She had felt she could trust Simon, but perhaps she was wrong. She trusted Oates - except that recently he seemed sometimes to lose track and go off into an unreachable world of his own, unnerving her. Richard she trusted, but his feelings for Cordelia were disturbing. Lilian was okay, but Lilian talked at you - you didnt feel you could confide in her, or even finish a sentence.

The knowledge that someone could get into the cottage at any time scared her. Shed started doing something else; before she went out, shed tape a piece of black cotton thread across the lower part of both front and back doors. When she came back she wouldnt go upstairs until shed checked to see that both threads were intact. She was becoming obsessive, neurotic. She could see it happening, and it frightened her.

You can read chapter 11 of my lady's gripping thriller here.

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