No Good Deed: The gripping new psychological thriller from the bestselling author of In a Cottage in a Wood. Cass Green

small comfort.

      Lucas coughs, from the sitting room, I think, and we both glance in that direction. Angel’s expression is soft, but there’s something else there too. Fear? It’s hard to tell.

      ‘You’re very close, aren’t you?’ I say gently. Angel’s gaze snaps back to me, suspicion tightening her face again. ‘I mean, you’re lucky,’ I add quickly. ‘Lucky to have that relationship.’

      Angel gives a bitter laugh then her face becomes serious again as though mulling these words over more carefully.

      I press on. ‘Not all siblings are like that, you know. I have nothing in common with my brother at all.’

      This is true. Steve is a successful insurance broker who lives in a virtual mansion in Wimbledon. He has a long-term girlfriend called Clare, who always looks as though she has a bad smell under her nose. We only meet at Christmas at Dad’s place in Yorkshire, or at family weddings. I don’t think about him much in my everyday life.

      At first it seems that Angel is not going to reply but then she finally responds.

      ‘Had to be,’ she says quietly. ‘No one else to look out for us.’

      Wondering how far I dare go with this, I lean back against the sink and regard Angel, who has a faraway look.

      ‘What about your mum and dad?’ I say, after a moment. I immediately think I’ve blown it because Angel looks at me with narrowed eyes. Then she sighs deeply and yawns unselfconsciously, revealing surprisingly white teeth.

      ‘You don’t want to know,’ she says. I can feel the moment slipping away, but I soften my voice and try again.

      ‘Look, Angel, I can tell that you are a good person,’ I lie. ‘After all, you saved my bloody life earlier!’ My forced laugh falls flat in the atmosphere of the room. But I press on. ‘You must know this baby needs to be with his mother, or his father. I don’t know what has happened and, honestly, I don’t even want to know. But why don’t you two get on your way and leave the baby here with me? I can take him to the police and say I found him on my doorstep or something. I won’t tell them anything about you or Lucas.’

      Even as I’m saying it, I know how lame it sounds.

      Angel pulls at her bottom lip and appears to be listening, though. My pulse quickens at the thought of this ending easily; safely. I picture myself telling people about it all after the event; my weird night as a hostage in my own home. What a story it will be.

      ‘It’s all too late for that,’ says Angel, rubbing at a crumb on the table with her finger, eyes cast down again. Disappointment cuts deep and we both go quiet.

      On the radio, the station goes to the hour and the local news comes on. I’m only half listening when the presenter starts to speak.

      Then it is as though every inch of my skin has been electrified.

      ‘Police are asking for witnesses,’ says the sombre female voice, ‘after the vicious murder of a young mother in the Foxbury area of Redholt this evening and the kidnap of her six-week-old baby. The twenty-eight-year-old woman was stabbed multiple times. If you have any information about this please call 0333 563334.’ There’s a pause and then, ‘Now for traffic news … ’

      Angel lunges to switch off the radio and turns to me. I can hardly breathe.

      She turns to me and her expression darkens when she registers the horror in mine.

      ‘Don’t you dare judge him,’ Angel hisses through teeth that are almost clenched. ‘Don’t you fucking dare. You don’t know him. You don’t know anything at all.’

       15

       Lucas

      It’s raining again.

      Lucas lies on the sofa, listening to the soothing pattering against the windows. The room is dark, save for the pale wedge of light against the wooden floor coming from the hallway.

      He can hear the low murmur of conversation between Angel and the woman. He’s forgotten her name … if he ever knew it. He wonders what they are talking about and hopes Angel isn’t saying anything stupid.