The Vow - Debbie Howells Page 0,107

of Matt’s real name, it doesn’t actually prove anything as far as your mother’s concerned. And Brooks is a common enough name.’

‘But you have the photo. And it gives him a motive,’ I interrupt her, angrily. ‘Don’t you realise? He’s set this up?’ I pause briefly. ‘There was a painting in the house – it was Matt’s. He was obsessive about it. Earlier today I took it down, but when I put it outside, the glass smashed. The painting itself came loose. Anyway, there are initials on it that weren’t visible before. The artist’s. CB. Charlie Brooks.’

‘You’re quite sure?’ Her voice is sharp.

‘Yes. I brought the painting back with me. I thought you’d want to see it.’

‘If anything like this happens again, please call me.’

‘I did.’ There’s surprise in my voice. ‘I got put through to your phone and I left a message.’

‘It must have been the office phone. It certainly didn’t come through to my mobile.’ She sounds irritated. ‘I’ll come over. We need to see that painting. Are you there if we call over this evening?’

Hope rises in me. ‘I’ll be here.’

‘And Jess, we still don’t know where Matt is – or even if he’s still alive.’ She hesitates. ‘But you do realise, don’t you, that if there’s any chance he is out there, you need to be careful.’

From her words, I know she hasn’t ruled the possibility out. She goes on. ‘I’m going to text you my mobile number. If you see anything suspicious, I want you to call me.’

After she ends the call, I turn to Cath and Zoe, who must have heard most of the call. ‘They have proof that Matt changed his name by deed poll. But they’re still holding Mum.’ Tears prick my eyes as I pause. ‘She said I need to be careful – in case he’s still out there.’

‘She’s right.’ Zoe shakes her head. ‘You must be. It’s unbelievable isn’t it, the lengths he’s gone to already. Who knows what else he’s capable of?’

‘He’s a vile, twisted human being.’ I shake my head. ‘I hope the police find him and lock him away for good.’

‘Hopefully they will.’ Cath goes to the kitchen windows and closes the curtains. ‘I’ll do the rest, shall I?’

Zoe nods. ‘Thanks. Now, Jess. How about I make us something to eat?’

*

Half an hour later, when PC Page arrives, I show her the painting. ‘Thanks, Jess. We’ll take it with us.’

‘It’s proof, isn’t it?’ I insist. ‘That Matt is Charlie’s brother?’

‘It’s certainly possible.’ She pauses. ‘I’ll be in touch.’

*

That night, I try to think where Matt could have been since he disappeared or where he could have hidden. Then as I think of the painting again, my heart starts to thump. If all this has been about Matt losing Charlie, he’s going to go back to the house, I’d put money on it. He’s going to want to pick up his brother’s painting, I know Matt and the twisted way his mind works. Then it’s like a light switches on in my brain. Even though it’s late, I call PC Page.

‘It’s another hunch, but I think I know where Matt may have been hiding.’

‘Where?’

‘I honestly think he’s playing a cat and mouse game. It’s somewhere close enough to watch my mother, but the last place anyone would guess at.’ I pause. ‘Mrs Guthrie’s house.’

She’s silent for a moment. Then all she says is, ‘I’ll get a car up there straight away.’

‘There’s something else.’ I hesitate. ‘I think he’ll go back to our house. He was obsessed with that painting. It’s his only remaining link to his brother.’

Outside my bedroom door, I hear a floorboard creak. Then there’s a knock, followed by Cath’s voice. ‘Jess? Are you OK? I thought I heard voices.’

‘I’m fine. I was talking to PC Page.’ Going to the door, I crack it open to see her face, dimly lit by the light from the landing, enough to see her frown.

‘Is anything wrong?’

I shake my head. ‘No. Everything’s fine. It was just something I thought of – to do with earlier.’ I break off. ‘I think I know where Matt may have been hiding. In Mrs Guthrie’s house – across the road. She died recently.’ Conveniently. The word shocks me. Could Matt have had a hand in that too?

‘God.’ Cath looks horrified. ‘That’s a bit close. As long as you’re OK?’

I nod. ‘I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed.’

But as I lie in bed, my mind won’t rest. As I go over the events of today,