The Manhattan Puzzle

As the larger of the two men moved in his seat, he reached down and adjusted the holster strapped above his ankle. It was unlikely he’d have to use the weapon, but he always carried it. You never knew what way a job like this could go. There had already been one recent murder in London related to the woman they were watching and further incidents in the past.

He pulled his trouser leg down, hiding the gun.

‘Did you hear what happened to that dancer who was murdered’ he said, softly. Then he leaned towards his companion.

‘Whoever did that was pure fucking evil. This ain’t no ordinary murderer we’re tracking. Just make sure you stay awake on your watch, mate. I don’t want no pieces of my skin getting cut off.’

24

Had the police got what they wanted, Isabel wondered? Did Sean have anything she didn’t know about on his laptop?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket. The button on the side, which set it to ring silently, had been moved. It did that of its own accord occasionally, just to annoy her.

Had he called?

She checked.

No. No one had.

In front of her, on the hall floor, jutting out from under the crimson curtain that hung down on one side of their front door, was a small pile of letters. She picked them up, more out of habit than anything else. Her hand was trembling. She pressed it to her lips, forced the trembling away.

She went to the kitchen and opened the letters. There was an early Christmas card from Rose, a letter from the gas company, a request for immediate funds from Save the Children, and a bill from their mobile phone company. She was about to put them all in the dresser, in the usual place, when something struck her.

A few months before, when they’d been planning to switch phone companies, she’d gone through one of these phone bills. She’d wondered whether they needed all that detail, all those pages. Shouldn’t they have stopped getting this paper by now? Hadn’t she asked for an online-only bill years ago?

But maybe this was exactly what she needed, details of who Sean had been calling recently. If, and this was definitely one of her total nightmare scenarios, he was seeing someone else, if that was the explanation for all this, there had to be a chance that someone else’s number was in this bill.

Her hand hesitated as she looked at the pages. She didn’t like prying.

Would it be better that he had been with someone else, than that he was involved in some fraud at his office or something worse? She closed her eyes for a moment, rubbed at her forehead. It wasn’t a choice she wanted to make.

She examined the bill. She felt compelled to look, to check the numbers. She examined each page. Some of the numbers she recognised. Their home number, her mobile number, his office number. Then there was a sprinkling of other numbers, some the same, many different.

This was totally impossible. How could she ever figure this out? There was no way she was going to be able to find out anything except by ringing these numbers, and if she did ring them, what was she going to say? Are you and my husband having an affair? Is he hiding out with you?

Yes, that was going to work.

And then she noticed something.

Right at the end, there was a series of calls to the same number. Sean had made ten calls in one day to the number, five the next. Then the calls had stopped. That was two weeks ago.

Who had he been calling ten times?

Why had he stopped?

Her breathing quickened. She could imagine some woman answering the phone, laughing, then cutting the line, if she called the number, asked if Sean was there. Would she hear his voice in the background? Would the woman say something about Sean? Was Sean’s real life somewhere else? She stood, gripped the back of a wooden chair, held it tight with both hands. It was clear what she had to do.

Bzzzzzz.

The front doorbell. Was it Sean? Hope switched on like a floodlight in her brain. Then she heard a strange voice, and the floodlight switched off again.

‘Taxi.’

It was the taxi she’d ordered to take them to the station.

She pulled the door open fast. What the driver thought she had no idea, but she expected the £20 note she gave him helped.

As she tapped in the number Sean had been calling into her phone, she caught a glimpse of herself, hunched over, in the mirror in the hall. She looked haunted.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

An urge to end the call gripped her, as if she was a teenager ringing a boy for the first time. She pressed the phone tighter to her ear.

‘Hello.’ A jolt of recognition passed through her. It was George’s voice. This was his mobile number. As the cogs in her brain turned she opened her mouth, closed it again. Nothing came out. Then a panicky feeling hit her.

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