Nine Perfect Strangers - Liane Moriarty Page 0,152

knew that Heather might have been Masha’s target but the only ones in danger were Napoleon, who had pushed Heather aside, and Yao, who had placed himself directly in front of Masha.

Heather said, “Thank you, Frances.” She put a hand to the side of her neck and considered the potential murder weapon. “That could have been quite nasty.”

Heather refused to acknowledge Masha at all, right up until when the ambulance arrived and took Masha to the local hospital. “Thank you for visiting! Please remember to rate your stay with us on TripAdvisor!” she cried out merrily, as the two blue-uniformed paramedics led her away.

More local police officers turned up, and then, once Gus and his friends discovered the large quantities of illegal drugs on the premises, a second group arrived, and these ones had harder eyes and shinier shoes, and they weren’t quite as interested in the extraneous details as Gus was.

Yao was taken away in a police car to make a statement.

Before he left, he turned to them all and said simply, “I’m very sorry.”

He looked sad and defeated and ashamed, like a teenage boy who has had a party get out of control while his parents are away.

Ben’s Lamborghini was found in the car park of the regional airport two hours’ drive away. It was supposedly not damaged, although Ben would see about that. Delilah had not yet been located.

There was a lot of tedious paperwork. Everyone had to give long separate statements to the police about the events that had transpired over the last week.

It was hard sometimes to give a logical account of what had happened. Frances could sense their skepticism.

“So you thought you were locked up?”

“We were locked up.”

“But then you just opened the door and left?”

“Well, you see, we’d stopped trying the handle,” said Frances. “I think that was the point Masha was trying to make: that sometimes the answer is right there in front of you.”

“I see,” said the police officer. You could tell from his face that he didn’t see at all and that he knew he sure as hell wouldn’t have got himself locked in that room. “And you thought there was a fire.”

“There was smoke,” said Frances, her mouth full of mango, the golden flesh as fresh and sweet as a summer morning. “And the sounds of a fire.”

“Which in reality was a YouTube clip of a house burning down played over an intercom,” said the cop without inflection.

“It was very convincing,” said Frances unconvincingly.

“I’m sure it was,” said the cop. You could see it was taking all his willpower not to roll his eyes. “You have …” He pointed at her face.

Frances wiped her sticky chin. “Thanks. Don’t you just love summer fruit?”

“Not really a fan.”

“Not a fan of fruit?”

Lars, the only member of the group with any legal expertise, tried to ensure everyone stayed on message.

“We were tricked. We had no idea there were drugs on the premises,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear as he was led off for his interview. “We were not told what those smoothies contained.”

“I had no idea there were drugs on the premises,” said Frances again. “I was tricked. I was not told what those smoothies contained.”

“Yeah, I know,” said the policeman. He gave up trying and rolled his eyes. “None of you did.” He closed his notebook. “I’ll let you get back to your mango.”

One of the local cops recognized Tony and drove back home to get a Carlton shirt for him to sign, and got quite teary about it.

Finally, as the long day began to draw to a close, and the drugs were removed as evidence, they were all told that they were free to leave, as long as they made themselves available for any future questioning.

“We’re free to leave, but are we free to stay?” Frances asked Gus, the last police officer there. It was too late in the day to drive six hours back home.

Gus said he didn’t see why not, as it was no longer an active crime scene. No one had died and the drugs were gone and they were technically still paying guests. He seemed to be working through the legalities in his mind, reassuring himself of his decision. Jan gave everyone a ten-minute mini massage to release tension. She said they might want to get themselves checked out at the local hospital but no one felt inclined to do so, especially as that was where Masha had been taken. Tony said his