Robert Goddard - Sight Unseen

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Another classic mystery from the 'Master of the Clever Twist'. One summer's day in 1981 a two-year-old girl, Tamsin Hall, was abducted during a picnic at the famous prehistoric site of Avebury in Wiltshire. Her seven-year-old sister Miranda was knocked down and killed by the abductor's van. The girls were in the care of their nanny, Sally Wilkinson. One of the witnesses to this tragic event was David Umber, a Phd student who was waiting at the village pub to keep an appointment with a man called Griffin. But Griffin failed to show up, and Umber never heard from him again. Tamsin Hall was never seen again either.
'He is a superb storyteller' Sunday Independent
'Cliff-hanging entertainment' Guardian
'Had me utterly spellbound… Cracking good entertainment' Washington Post
'Takes the reader on a journey from which he knows he will not deviate until the final destination is reached' Evening Standard
'Combines the steely edge of a thriller with the suspense of a whodunnit, all interlaced with subtle romantic overtones' Time Out
'An atmosphere of taut menace… Suspense is heightened by shadows of betrayal and revenge' Daily Telegraph
'A thriller in the classic storytelling sense… Hugely enjoyable' The Times
When it comes to duplicity and intrigue, Goddard is second to none. He is a master of manipulation… a hypnotic, unputdownable thriller' Daily Mail
'Combines the expert suspense manipulation skills of a Daphne du Maurier romance with those of a John le Carre thriller' New York Times
'A cracker, twisting, turning and exploding with real skill' Daily Mirror
'His narrative power, strength of characterisation and superb plots, plus the ability to convey the atmosphere of the period quite brilliantly, make him compelling reading' Books

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'I don't care who you've told. I just want to make you suffer for what you did to Jem.'

'I did nothing. He took his own life. I don't really know why.'

'Yes you do, Shadow Man.'

'To protect you, I guess, but -'

'You boxed him into a corner. You left him no way out.' Her face crumpled. She closed her eyes. Tears flowed down her cheeks. 'No way out at all.'

'Wisby was the one threatening him, Chantelle. Not me.'

She reopened her eyes and stared at him through her tears. 'You're lying. Wisby and you are in it together. Jem said so.'

'I know he thought that and I understand why. But he was wrong. And I can prove it. Wisby's gone. Left the island. He wouldn't have gone if he knew about you. But he doesn't. He never met you, did he? He never had the chance to put two and two together. Only I had that chance. I give you my word, Chantelle. No-one else knows what I know. And no-one else can protect you now Jeremy's dead. Trust me. Please. For my sake as well as yours. Trust me.'

Her arms slackened. Her expression altered fractionally. 'Give me one good reason… why I should.'

'Because you have to. Because I'm your only hope. And you're mine.'

'You haven't told anyone about me?'

'I told Marilyn I'd met Jeremy's girlfriend here. A girlfriend she knew nothing about. But I didn't tell her what I really think you and Jeremy were to each other.'

Chantelle swallowed hard and sniffed. 'What d'you really think we were?'

'Brother and sister,' Umber whispered. Then he took a step back, releasing her wrists. Her arms fell to her sides. She did not move. Her mouth was open. But she did not speak. She stared at him, barely blinking. A frozen moment passed.

Then she said, 'Fuck.' And that was all she said.

'Why have your eyes changed colour, Chantelle?'

'I haven't got the brown lenses in. They were Jem's idea. Part of my… disguise.'

'It's a good disguise.'

'Not good enough, though. Is it?'

'I'd never have seen through it.'

'How did you rumble me, then?'

'I didn't. Sally did. My wife.'

'I know who she is. Was . Sorry.'

'She left a clue. I only came across it recently. A magazine cutting.'

Chantelle closed her eyes and sighed. 'That fucking magazine. Changed my life. My whole life.'

'Why don't you -'

Chantelle's eyes flashed open, wide and alarmed, at the sound of a car drawing near. Umber grabbed her by the shoulders and hurried her from the room, through the doorway into the sheltering darkness of the boat store, where they stood listening as the car drew nearer still, into the parking space in front of the office – and stopped.

'Don't worry,' Umber whispered. 'It's Marilyn. She's come to see me. I can get rid of her.' They heard the clunk of a car door closing. 'She'll go up to the flat. I'll follow and speak to her there. All you have to do is wait here. Will you do that?'

'OK,' said Chantelle in a quavering voice.

'Don't move from here. All right?'

'All right.'

There was another clunk above them: the flat door closing. A floorboard in the hall creaked. 'I'll be as quick as I can. Just stay still and silent.'

'OK.'

He squeezed her shoulder, then slipped out through the office.

And there he stopped. The car was not Marilyn's. It was a charcoal-grey BMW. And Umber would have sworn on his life he had seen it before – in Yeovil.

* * *

Too many thoughts tumbled through his brain for him to sort into any pattern that made sense. It was Walsh's car. Which meant Walsh, not Marilyn, was waiting for him in the flat. Which also meant Walsh knew of his appointment with Marilyn. Umber had clearly been set up.

Set-up or no set-up, he had no choice but to climb the steps to the flat and go in. If Walsh came down, he would find Chantelle, with consequences Umber dared not contemplate. He pulled the office door shut and ran up the steps two at a time.

A few seconds later, he was in the flat, the door slamming behind him as he rushed into the hall, expecting to see Walsh standing expectantly in the middle of the main room. But the room was empty.

'Umber!' came Walsh's voice from the kitchen.

Umber turned. Walsh was leaning casually against the fridge, arms folded, dressed as if for golf, in mustard-yellow polo shirt, generously cut chocolate-brown trousers and two-toned brogues.

'I was just going to come and look for you. Thanks for saving me the effort.'

'What are you doing here?'

'Marilyn sent me.' Walsh smiled his gleaming smile. 'Well, that's not strictly true. I sent her yesterday. And now I've come myself.'

'What do you want?'

'These, obviously.' Walsh picked up the Juniuses from the work-top where Umber had left them. 'For starters.'

'Starters?'

"The main course is Chantelle. What do you know about her, Umber? What have you found out?'

'Nothing.'

'Worse luck for you if true, which I doubt. Let me explain the situation to you. Then you'll understand why you've no choice but to cooperate.' Walsh glanced at his watch. 'Wisby will have been picked up at the Airport by now. By the police, I mean. Acting on a tip-off. That money you gave him? Hot. Very hot. The serial numbers of the notes match those on a vanload of cash stolen from Securicor in Essex six months ago. Wisby will have a lot of explaining to do. As will the man videoed delivering the money to him at La Rocque earlier today. If and when the film comes to the attention of the police, that is. You catch my drift?'

'I catch it.'

'So, what can you tell me about Chantelle?'

'Like I said: nothing.'

Walsh dropped the Juniuses back on the worktop, pushed himself upright and took two slow steps towards Umber. 'You know who she is, Umber. You've worked it out. And according to what you told Marilyn you've recently met her. Well, I'd like to meet her too. Very much. So would one or two other people I know. Can you arrange that for us?'

'No. I can't. I wouldn't know how to.'

'I find that hard to believe.'

'Many things are.'

'Too true.'

The man moved like a snake striking. Umber had half-expected something of the kind, but his reactions were far too slow and Walsh was far too quick. The next thing Umber knew was that his face was pressed against the frame of the door to the main room, the edge of the wood grinding against his cheekbone, his right arm doubled up behind him several degrees beyond its natural limit.

'You're a lucky man, Umber,' Walsh rasped in his ear. 'Knowing more about Chantelle than anyone else means you get the chance to wriggle out of this situation. But don't push your luck. I'd be happy to reopen those stitches I can see in the back of your head with a few taps against this doorpost. More than happy. So, I suggest you start talking. I really do.'

'There's nothing… I can tell you.'

'Wrong answer. You're going to have to -'

'Stop!'

It was Chantelle's voice. Umber could not see her, but he heard the front door bounce against its stop, setting the letterbox rattling, and glimpsed her shadow in the hallway from the corner of his eye.

'Let go of him.'

'Happy to.' Walsh released Umber's arm and moved back. 'Now you're here.'

Umber turned in time to see Chantelle advancing towards Walsh, her right arm tucked behind her, and guessed in that instant what she was about to do.

'Good to see you again, Cherie,' said Walsh. 'It's been far too -'

The blade plunged into his stomach, deep and hard. He rocked on his feet, clutching at her as she pulled the knife up, tearing through his flesh and innards and the fabric of his shirt, blood spilling and spreading between them. His mouth opened wide. But no words came. Only more blood and a clotted, strangulated groan.

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