him and found that he definitely had a job in Florida at the time … but he also kept making time to come back and … fall asleep in her garden clutching items of her clothing.’
‘It all came to a head after the silk pyjamas,’ Zannah tells Dom. ‘Tilly and her husband confronted him, told him they weren’t going to pretend to believe any more excuses, and he broke down in tears and admitted it. He cried, Tilly said. Wept buckets.’
‘What did he admit?’ asks Dom.
‘That he’d fallen in love with her!’ Zannah slurs. ‘He actually said that to her and her husband. Begged them never to tell anyone, especially not his wife, and swore blind that he’d never do it again. Which he didn’t. The silk-pyjama time was the last stalking episode.’
‘Zannah, you sound drunk. Beth, what’s wrong with her?’
‘Tilly gave her some booze.’
‘For Christ’s sake, Beth!’
‘Yeah, Mum.’ Zannah grins at me. ‘This happened on your watch. You tell her, Dad.’
‘Can you two come home now, please?’
‘Not immediately. Dom … is it possible that there are two sides to Lewis? What if the perfection-seeking side of him makes him miserable, with the pressure it piles on? Tilly’s dynamic, happy, relaxed. Doesn’t give a toss about a few grey hairs.’
‘And Lewis had a secret urge to abandon his perfect life and run off with her? I mean … I’m not saying it’s not possible, because anything’s possible, but … Why aren’t you coming home? What else are you doing?’
‘Going to Wokingham. I need to try and find Flora’s parents. They must know something about what’s going on. Lewis Braid has been their son-in-law for twenty years.’
‘Her parents? Beth, you don’t need to do that.’
‘I want to.’
‘Please don’t. Beth, the time comes when you have to draw a line. That time has come. Now. Today. Zannah needs to get back here and start revising. She’s on exam study leave, not … mad-dashing-around-the-country leave. Ben wants you to come home.’
‘Straight after Wokingham, I promise. Zannah was desperate to come with me. Dom. She’s really interested in this.’
‘That’s what worries me.’
‘No revision would have happened even if I hadn’t brought her with me. You know as well as I do – she’d have done sod all apart from paint her nails and watch re-runs of Love Island.’
‘Hashtag when your parents believe in you,’ says Zan with a chuckle.
‘She’s got a brilliant mind and today, all day, that mind has been working,’ I was planning to say that anyway, but now it looks as if I only said it to ingratiate myself. Zannah makes a face at me.
‘Do you want to hear what happened at Kimbolton Prep School?’ I ask Dom.
Without waiting for his answer, I launch into a full account. He may be right: there might be a point at which one ought to draw a line, but I’m hoping there’s also a point at which any intelligent person realises that they have to find out what the hell’s going on or it’ll bother them forever. I reached that point some time ago.
I describe my conversation with Lou Munday.
‘That all sounds … strange, horrible and worrying,’ Dom says when I’ve finished.
‘Yep. I’d swear that secretary wanted to tell me something – more than she told me. Zannah agrees.’
‘I’m not sure I do,’ she says unhelpfully. ‘Maybe. Maybe Lewis Braid stalked her too.’
‘She didn’t give me the brush-off in a normal, routine, off-you-go-you-nutter kind of way. There was something she could have told me if she’d wanted to, if she’d not been scared of losing her job.’
‘Or scared of getting involved in something really unpleasant,’ says Dom. ‘Which you should be too, Beth. Whatever’s going on in that house and with the Braids and the Caters, it’s something our family needs to keep out of. Think about everything you’ve told me so far – Tilly, now the school stuff – it all adds up to a giant neon sign saying “Stay the hell out of this mess”.’
‘Typical graphic designer response there from Dad,’ says Zan. ‘Bringing signage and the visual into everything. Me and Mum aren’t graphic designers so we can’t see that sign.’
Dom makes a disgusted noise. ‘Kevin and Jeanette Cater told us their children were called Toby and Emma.’
‘Uh-huh. And, don’t forget, she turned up at the car park wearing the same clothes Flora was wearing less than an hour before. Oh – and she isn’t Jeanette Cater. Lou Munday told us Jeanette hasn’t got a foreign accent. I forgot that bit.’