Blood Tide by Claire McGowan EPUB & PDF – Details About
- Author: Claire McGowan
- Genre: Psychological Fiction, Psychological Thrillers
- Publish Date: March 23, 2017
- Size: 1 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
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- Price: Free
Prologue
Margaret
Ballyterrin, Northern Ireland, 1993
Dear Paula. By the time you read this, you’ll see that I am gone . . .
No. It was all wrong.
She threw down the pen, angry, and it rolled away over the sheet of paper
and clattered onto the kitchen floor. It was no good. How could she explain?
She couldn’t. Was she really going to do this? It didn’t seem real.
She glanced uneasily at the clock: 3.17 p.m., getting dark already. He
should have rung by now. He’d promised to ring, tell her what to do, say
when he was coming to take her somewhere safe. Because mad as it seemed,
her kitchen, with its old seventies units and tiled floor, was not safe any more.
3.18 p.m. Her hands clenched, thinking of Paula, of PJ.
At least they’d be
safe, if she was gone. She could come back, surely, once it all died down. It
was nearly over again, they all said it, the peace process creeping ahead, back
one step, forward two, back again. She just had to finish this letter, try to
explain it, why she had to run now, today. Explain she might still look
exactly like Margaret Maguire, mother of Paula, daughter of Kathleen, wife
of PJ, but she wasn’t. She was someone else now. The things she had done.
The lies
she had told. But no, she couldn’t explain any of that. Not if she had a week
to write the letter.
3.19 p.m. Outside, the cough of a car engine in the street. The gun-crack
snap of a door. Her hands began to shake. Not Edward, surely – he never
parked near, in case they traced the car. Not PJ, he’d been called out on some
case before dawn, something so bad he hadn’t even told her what it was.
Voices outside. Men. Two or three. Her heart rose up in her throat, and she
scrabbled on the floor for the pen, scratching down the last few lines in the
seconds she had left. Trying to find the words to explain what could not be
explained. Failing.
3.20 p.m. Footsteps, coming to her door. They were here. It was too late.
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