Kill Me Again Part 22

'So what did you do?'

Duncan looked down and said nothing. Maggie leapt off the bed and knelt in front of him. She grabbed his head between her open palms and forced him to look at her.

'Did you warn Tamsin? Did you? Did you go to the police and tell them what had happened? What did you do, Duncan? For G.o.d's sake, tell me you did something.'

He reached up and pulled her hands away.

'Of course I didn't. The police would have blamed me, Mags. And it wasn't my fault. I was in over my head. I was a kid in and out of care exactly the sort the police like to pin things on. I had just been fantasising exactly what my counsellor told me to do but how could I prove that?'

'Your counsellor! Did you tell him what he'd done? Did he realise what happened because of what he had advised you to do? You knew they were going to kill somebody else, didn't you? You could have stopped it.' Maggie's voice cracked. She sat back on her heels, staring at a man she didn't know.

Duncan shook his head. His face was flushed with anger at her or at the guys from the website she wasn't sure.

'None of this was my fault. I thought killing one girl it might have put them off. They'd had their thrill that was the end of it. But then I went on my second cycling trip to Keswick and that's when they killed Tamsin.'

'And you still didn't do anything?' Maggie buried her face in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks. 'Stop saying it wasn't your fault, for Christ's sake. You could have done something; you could have stopped it.'

'What could I do? I didn't know who they were. But they found out who I was because when Tamsin was killed I was questioned by the police and there was a picture of me in the paper.'

Maggie knew that after Tamsin was killed, had Duncan admitted his part in it all he would almost inevitably have been charged with something probably conspiracy to murder or soliciting to murder, either of which would have resulted in a prison sentence. So he had done nothing. Nothing. Even though he had known that the plan was to kill three girls.

She lifted her head and stared at him.

'All this because of a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b? For G.o.d's sake, Duncan...' Maggie trailed off. There was no more to say.

Duncan was immediately on the defensive, a hint of anger in his tone. He sat up straighter against the wall.

'It's easy for you to say that. You have no idea how I felt. How did you feel when you thought I might have left you for another woman?'

'I felt like s.h.i.+t, but even if you had, I wouldn't have wanted to murder anybody. And we've been married for ten years and have two kids. It's not some short term relations.h.i.+p, for f.u.c.k's sake.'

She turned away from him and crawled back to the bed, clambered onto the duvet and rolled onto her side, her back to Duncan. She didn't want to look at her husband, to see his face as he made his excuses.

'I had n.o.body back then, Mags. Remember that. For the first time, I had thought I had somebody that cared about me. Just me.'

Maggie felt a momentary tug of sympathy for a boy who was so alone, but nothing could excuse this.

'What about the third girl?' she asked, her back still to him.

For a moment, Duncan said nothing. Maggie waited, not trusting herself to speak again.

'It went wrong.' His voice was low, and he cleared his throat. 'Samil had worked with this other guy some posh kid, from what I could gather by the way he expressed himself on the site who had a grudge against the world, it seemed. He was what Invictus called a schemer Machiavellian. He had access to some places where the kills could take place. I don't know much more than that. He was going to do the second one, but he didn't have the b.a.l.l.s to use a knife, so he decided to strangle her. I think he just wanted to know what it felt like to kill somebody, but in the end he couldn't finish it, so Samil did. The other guy helped dispose of the bodies. But he wanted another go with the third one. He messed it up and she survived.'

'Thank G.o.d for small mercies,' Maggie whispered under her breath, replaying Duncan's words in her head. She was staggered by the ease with which he had referred to the kills and the disposal of the bodies.

Duncan went quiet and Maggie rolled over to look at him. He was back to contemplating the patterned carpet between his feet. The pause gave Maggie time to think. How could the man to whom she had felt so close as if, as she had said to Suzy, she was almost inside his skin with him have had all these secrets, this history that he had concealed from her? What else had he hidden from her? Who was he, really?

'That's when it got really difficult.' Duncan had started again, talking quietly, barely opening his mouth as if he didn't want to say the words out loud.

She had thought it was over, that all the horrors had been aired. But then she realised there had to be more, or why would this Samil be threatening them all now?

'Samil wanted me to kill his stepmother. He said I owed him. I didn't do it, Mags. I had to leave university to look after my mother I told you that. So I used the opportunity to get away and changed my name.'

Maggie had no more words there was nothing left to say. As a defence lawyer, she could argue that a young, impressionable boy had found himself in a dreadful situation with n.o.body to guide him out of it. As a wife, she didn't know how to deal with the revelations the secrets, the lies, but most of all the lack of a conscience. Duncan didn't think any of it was his fault.

'I think it's time we moved you from here,' Maggie said, her voice weary. 'We don't want the manager getting suspicious and calling the police to check my story. Let's find somewhere else.'

She felt ill, but she had to be practical. Her head ached and her whole body seemed to be full of sandbags, each of her limbs heavy and unwieldy. But she had to get him out of this hotel.

'I've not got much cash left, Mags, and I'm not happy about using a credit card. I don't know who these guys are. What if one of them is police and he can track me?'

Duncan looked beaten. For a man who was meticulous about his clothes, his jeans looked crumpled and a size too big, and his demeanour made him seem small, shrunken. But she couldn't rid herself of the thought that her husband only seemed concerned about what Samil might do to him. Samil knew where she lived, for G.o.d's sake. He had threatened her.

Hiding her hurt at his thoughtlessness she reached for her bag. 'I've got enough money for a couple of nights, and then let's hope it will all be over. Pack your stuff, Duncan. Please.'

Duncan stood up and held out his arms. 'Come here,' he said Maggie took a step back.

'Okay. Suit yourself.' He turned away and began to pick up items of clothing and shove them haphazardly in his bag.

She had rejected him and he didn't know how to deal with it. She didn't think it had ever happened before.

'Dunc...'

'Forget it, Maggie. Let's just go.' He walked into the bathroom to collect the few odds and ends on the narrow gla.s.s shelf. He stuck the small cardboard box on top of everything in his bag and walked towards the door.

'After you,' he said, holding the door open with mock courtesy.

There was no chance to speak after that. She told Mr Trainer that she was taking him to the police station, and that Duncan's van would have to remain where it was until tomorrow, when somebody would come and collect it. She hoped that was acceptable. Mr Trainer kept his head down over his paperwork, but kept giving Duncan surrept.i.tious glances from under his bushy eyebrows. Duncan's lips were tightening by the second, and Maggie knew she needed to get him out of there.

They didn't speak again until they were in the car.

'You know, Maggie, you seem to think I shouldn't have kept any of this from you. But just look at your reaction: you didn't even want to give me a hug. So if I'd told you when we met, do you think you would ever have married me?'

Maggie couldn't answer. She had loved him so much and would never regret the time they had spent together. She still loved him, and still wanted him in her life. But would she have married him all those years ago? No, she wouldn't. She liked to think she would have gone to the police and told them the whole story.

She put the key in the ignition and started the engine to clear the steamed-up windscreen, suddenly exhausted by the emotional carnage of the past few days. She had so much left to ask him, but she didn't know if she had the energy.

The car began to warm up, but she didn't feel ready to drive. Not yet.

'If you must know, Duncan, I feel as if I've been put through a shredder. That just about sums it up. This isn't about whether you kept anything from me. It's about what you did and who you are, so forgive me if I'm a bit confused at the moment. And don't you dare judge me. If I'm honest, I don't much like the sound of Michael, but I do love Duncan and always have done. I need to separate the young bloke who was lonely and unhappy and made a terrible mistake that cost two girls their lives from the man who nursed his mother and who's been a loving husband and father. I need time.'

Suddenly she was shaking, and hot tears spilled down her cheeks.

'I'm so sorry, Mags,' Duncan murmured. 'I didn't want to hurt you. It was all so long ago and I'm not that person anymore. We need to deal with this so we can go back to how we were.'

Maggie's tears dried as instantly as they started. She had forgotten that his confession was far from the end of it.

'So what, exactly, are we dealing with?' she asked, dreading the answer.

'I have to pay for failing to kill Samil's stepmother. He couldn't do it himself his motive was glaringly obvious. Then apparently his father died and left all his money to her. There was nothing Samil could do. Since then she's died too, but she left the whole lot to her own children. They're not even his father's kids.'

'What do you mean, you have to pay?'

'I don't know, Mags. He wants to make me suffer, but he won't tell me precisely what he wants me to do. I thought if he couldn't find me he might get bored with the idea, or slip up and I would find him first. I don't know. He says he wants to meet me.'

'How the h.e.l.l is he communicating with you?'

'Through the same website. He sent me a text message on my phone several, in fact, in the last couple of weeks, asking to meet. I ignored them.'

'So what happened?'

'You know what happened. He killed that woman, the one that looked just like you. He sent me the picture and said we had to keep in touch via the website.'

Maggie closed her eyes. There was no point asking him why he hadn't gone to the police at that point. If he hadn't gone twelve years ago, there was no way he would have considered going now.

She knew she had to say something. Her voice was quiet because she was sure she knew the answer.

'And if you don't meet him and do whatever it is he's going to ask you to do?'

Duncan looked away from her, out through the clear windscreen to the black car park.

'I don't know.'

She spun round and looked at him. 'Yes you b.l.o.o.d.y do. Say it, Duncan, just say it.'

'He says he'll kill you.'

49.

After Duncan's p.r.o.nouncement, Maggie put the car into gear and drove, checking repeatedly over her shoulder to see if she was being followed.

The threat to her life shouldn't have come as a surprise given the phone calls and the note she had received, but now it was real. These men had already killed four times twice twelve years ago, twice this week. Another death would mean nothing to them. They wouldn't hesitate to kill her if it suited their aims.

How could Duncan have let it come to this? As far as she could see, he had done nothing at all to protect her. She clung to the steering wheel to control the shaking.

The only sound was the soft noise of the engine and the swish of the windscreen wipers. For a long time, Maggie couldn't trust herself to speak.

She finally broke the silence. 'What were you planning to do if I hadn't turned up tonight, hmm? This obviously wasn't going to go away, so what was your plan? Did you even have a plan? Or were you just going to hide until they had done their worst?'

Duncan sighed as if she was asking a ridiculous question.

'I thought I could stop replying to them on the website, and then after a few days they would think I'd gone. I thought that would be better.'

'Better for whom, exactly? He phoned me at least, one of them did. He phoned twice. He pushed a picture of the second girl the second dead girl through my letter box. Jesus Duncan, if you didn't have a plan then, have you got one now? This is my life we're talking about. And with all that was happening, you left me no way to get in touch with you. No way.'

Anger was creeping up on her like an angry tide, threatening to drag her under. She had to keep control.

'They're empty threats, Mags. They want you to force me to go and see them.'

'Your son could have seen that gruesome picture. Imagine that, and what it might have done to him. You haven't once asked me how Josh is, or Lily. Do you know that? Not once.'

'That's because I know they'll be fine with you. I miss them. Of course I do. But there's been so much else to say.'

To Maggie his words sounded hollow, as if they were nothing more than the words he was expected to say.

'That man Samil, or whatever he's called he says he knows where you are.'

'He's bluffing. He would have come for me if he did, you know that. Look, they can keep threatening to kill you and intimidate me by killing lookalikes, but if they actually kill you, they won't have any more bargaining chips to make me do whatever it is they want, so they're not going to do that.'

Maggie whipped round to look at him and just as quickly turned back to the road. He was kidding himself, and it was written all over his face trying to convince himself of what he hoped would be the outcome, rather than what he truly believed.

'Are you telling me that you're happy for them to carry on killing these women?' she said. 'And what makes you think they don't have any more bargaining chips? You've got two children. Will they start on them after me?'

Her voice broke. They couldn't hurt her children. Surely Duncan wouldn't allow that?

'I've done everything, Mags. Do you think any of this is what I want?' There was a pleading tone to Duncan's voice that infuriated Maggie. 'I've tried to make them understand. I would have offered money, but it wouldn't be enough. I've threatened them with exposure to the police for what they did all those years ago, but they know I can't prove a thing at least not without me going down with them. Don't accuse me of not trying because I have.'

She gripped the steering wheel tightly and thanked G.o.d that the streets were empty because she was sure her driving was erratic. Surely he knew what he should have done?

Duncan's voice softened.

'I need you, Maggie. I shouldn't have shut you out, and I'm sorry. Perhaps I should have told you everything years ago, but I wanted you to love me. Now... I need your help I need you to work out what we should do.'

Maggie said nothing. How was she expected to respond? She had no idea what he should do, but she hadn't missed the fact that it was now her problem too. There was another thing nagging at Maggie as she circled the park, not even thinking of finding Duncan somewhere to stay until they had finished talking.

'How did they know where to find you in the first place, after so long?'

She sensed Duncan was shaking his head. 'I haven't been able to work that out.'

'So who knew you were coming back to Manchester?'

'n.o.body well, n.o.body who knew my name.'

'Which name would that be?'

'Don't take that tone, Maggie. I should have told you the truth about my name, but then I would have had to tell you the rest, and you wouldn't have wanted me. Can't we move on from that?'

Maggie's anger wasn't helping anybody, but it burned fiercely and she had no other outlet. She gave herself a minute.

'Work it out, Duncan. Just b.l.o.o.d.y work it out. Who knew you were coming back? It doesn't matter if they knew your name.'

Duncan was silent for a moment. She could almost hear his brain working out what to say, and she knew he was going to have to confess to something else.