frown touched Miles’s eyes, then cleared again. “Well, then. You know I mean it. After all, look at this from my perspective. What do I have to lose?”
“I’m going straight to the police.”
“Yes? To tell them what—that you abandoned your child in a supermarket? It was a good thing I was there, frankly, or anything might have happened. Luckily, Theo saw a familiar adult face and made contact to say he was lost.”
I stared at him. He was completely serious, I saw. He really thought this crazy plan of his was going to work. “And David? What about him?”
“David…” Miles considered. “The runt dies, too. Not on the same day, obviously, or in exactly the same way. But if you force me to kill my son, I’ll kill yours, too, for good measure. Oh, and so you don’t delay any longer than necessary, I’ll make him suffer in the meantime. Every twenty-four hours until you decide, Pete, I’ll make sure David has a little episode.” He turned, and his voice changed. “Theo, my man. What did you decide, in the end? It’s a tough decision, after all. Magnum or Solero?”
Behind him, Theo was approaching, an ice lolly in each hand. “Twisters,” he said happily. “I chose Twisters. Green for you and yellow for me.” He looked at me curiously. “Why’s Daddy in the water?”
“He went to get your rugby ball back,” Miles said, taking the lolly Theo offered him. “Silly Pete couldn’t catch it, and now he’s all covered in slime. That’s going to make your car a bit stinky on the way home, isn’t it?”
106
PETE
“WHAT ARE WE GOING to do?” Maddie whispered.
We were lying in the darkness. Theo was asleep. We hadn’t been able to talk about it before, not properly—I’d had to tell her everything Miles had said piecemeal, in frantic whispered conversations between tea and bath and story, so Theo wouldn’t overhear.
“Our only option is the police,” I said. “Tell them what he’s threatened to do.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “But do you think they’ll take it seriously? Our word against his? In the wake of a custody battle, too?”
“We can get a restraining order.”
“We’d have to get the police to prosecute him first. Besides, do we really think Miles Lambert would stick to the terms of a restraining order? By the time the law catches up with him, it could be too late.”
“What, then?”
Maddie said slowly, “I suppose the first question is, do we think he’s bluffing?”
In my mind I could picture Miles reaching down to take the lolly from Theo, the coldness in his eyes when he spoke to me. I exhaled. “No, I think he really means it. I think he’s prepared to kill Theo if he can’t have him.” At the thought of that tiny breathing body just ten feet away suddenly being extinguished, my throat caught. “Theo. Oh God. What are we going to do?”
“Pete…” she began, and I knew that what she was about to say was serious. “Perhaps the time for playing by the rules is over. Perhaps we need to fight dirty. The way Miles has always fought.”
“If we only had some evidence,” I said doggedly. “Something we could show the police that would prove he’s killed before.”
“We’ve already looked for that,” she said gently. “We talked to everyone we could. And no one had a smoking gun, did they? No one ever realized what Miles was like until it was too late.”
“Yes. And for whatever reason, even his wife seems incapable of seeing him for what he really is.” I shuddered in the darkness. “When I saw her today, she was on crutches. And when I happened to clench my fists, she flinched.”
“That’s what happens, though, isn’t it? Annette said women like that simply lose the confidence to leave their abuser.” Suddenly Maddie gasped. “Oh my God. I’ve just realized something.”
“What is it?”
“I think we need to talk to Lucy,” she said slowly. “I think there’s something we’ve been missing in all this.”
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Case no. 12675/PU78B65, Exhibit 54: Messenger communication (a) from Madelyn Wilson to Tania Lefebvre, and (b) from Tania Lefebvre to Madelyn Wilson.
Tania, it’s Maddie Wilson again. I just want to thank you for sending that video to the CAFCASS adviser—it made a huge difference. Can we talk on the phone?
I’m sorry Maddie, what video? And who is CAFCASS? We can speak if you like but I don’t think I can help you.
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MADDIE
IT’S SURPRISINGLY HARD TO get Lucy on her own. Speaking to her at her house