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First published in Great Britain in 1983 by Collins Crime
Copyright © Emma Page 1983
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Source ISBN: 9780008175887
Ebook Edition © MARCH 2016 ISBN: 9780008175894
Version [2016-02-18]
For
Rosemary and Anthony
with love
(Not forgetting Daniel, Lucy and Oliver)
CONTENTS
In the front bedroom of Ivydene, on the outskirts of Cannonbridge, Lisa Schofield lay fast asleep with her long blonde hair spread out over the pillows. In the muted light her peachdown skin had a faintly golden quality and her bare shoulders gleamed against the lacy top of her trousseau nightdress.
She dreamed she was learning to ride a bicycle, laughing and squealing, falling off every few yards. Someone held the saddle as she climbed on again, a man’s hand, firm and strong.
‘Don’t let me fall, Derek!’ she cried out to her husband in the dream, although she knew without turning that it wasn’t Derek but her father who held her safe.
Beside her in the big double bed Derek gathered himself up into a ball, tucking his head down towards his belly, trying to ward off his dream pursuers. They were gaining on him, crowding in on him, brandishing broken boughs—
Lisa turned over suddenly, flinging an arm across his face. He woke with a start of terror and leapt up with his heart pounding. ‘A-ah!’ he cried aloud.
He came wide awake and saw the shadowy outlines of the furniture, the mahogany tallboy, the bow-fronted chest of drawers. He drew a long shuddering breath – it was all right, he was safe in bed at Ivydene. He’d moved into the house on his marriage a few months ago; it had been Lisa’s home for seven years before that, she had lived there with her older sister Janet and their mother.
Ivydene didn’t yet feel like home to Derek but at least the sprigged wallpaper