His Silence : His Silence - Chapter 65 by Jacob1395 |
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Sarah doesn’t hang about after our conversation. Her car’s parked outside the front of the house. I can tell she doesn’t want to speak to Oliver again; in fact it looks like she can’t wait to see the back of this place. If only I could go back with her, I’d go to the station, file a report, and get this place shut down. Get Oliver arrested. Instead, I let her go; I watch her car manoeuvre through the gate and in the direction of the main road. I can just imagine Oliver sitting in an interview room, answering every question with the reliable “no comment,” like how it’s always portrayed in television dramas. There wouldn’t be enough to hold him. ‘What did she ask you, Grace?’ Oliver’s voice makes me jump. I spin around; he’s standing a few feet behind me. How long has he been standing there? He can’t have come out while I was speaking to Sarah, we would’ve noticed. ‘Oh, she just had a few more outstanding questions about what happened last week, nothing more, she said they’d had the results back from the post mortem.’ ‘Oh,’ Oliver says. Did she not tell him while they were in the living room together? ‘She said his injuries were consistent with a fall, she just wanted to clarify a few things before the investigation was wrapped up.’ He stares at me for what seems like ages, like he’s trying to work out what I’m really thinking. I resist the urge to look away. ‘I see, well, let’s hope that’s the end of it and we can all move on from this terrible tragedy,’ he says. ‘And Noah can, at last, be laid to rest.’ He says it almost like an afterthought. ‘It’s disrespectful of her to come back like that, while we’re all in mourning.’ I smile but I feel sick in my stomach as I remember what Sarah told me, that he was a person of interest in his wife’s death. Why couldn’t I find anything about it online? At least Sarah told me when his wife was killed, November 1994. I can give that information to Max. I sprint into the house. Thank God Oliver didn’t stop me to ask me more questions; it was bad enough having to lie to Sarah. Other people are mingling about inside now, bustling about in the kitchen. In the living room; Callum’s helping to set the table for dinner. ‘Who was that you were talking to?’ he asks, as I approach, placing a knife and fork on the table. ‘Sarah, the police officer who came here last week after Noah was found.’ ‘I thought they’d finished with their enquiries?’ he says, frowning. ‘Oliver seemed pretty confident last week at dinner that the case was done and dusted.’ ‘Yeah I know, but, she specifically wanted to talk to me.’ ‘You don’t think she’s gonna come back, do you?’ I shake my head. ‘Not unless there’s something for them to follow up on. She told me the rest of her team seem to think Noah killed himself, but . . . she told me Oliver was a person of interest in his wife’s death.’ ‘What the hell?’ The sharpness in Callum’s voice makes me flinch. ‘Keep your voice down,’ I say gripping hold of the seat beside me. ‘There wasn’t enough evidence at the time for them to pursue it. It seems like she’s doing all this extra investigative work in her spare time though, so it isn’t likely she’s going to be able to pursue it any further. Unless she finds something.’ ‘Shit.’ Callum shakes his head. ‘And yet he wants you to be with him. What motivation would he have for wanting to kill his wife though?’ ‘I don’t know, Callum,’ I say. ‘The only person who could’ve perhaps given us more information isn’t here anymore.’ ‘What are we going to do? We can’t stay here anymore,’ he says, this time making sure he doesn’t raise his voice. ‘Leave it with me, if push comes to shove we’re gonna have to leave the same way my parents did, but.’ My body goes cold with shock. ‘What is it?’ Callum asks. I shake my head. ‘Oliver and Jeremiah must know where we live. If they think . . . they’ll come after us.’ Noah’s words haunt the back of my mind; they’ll come after everyone we love. I hadn’t taken him too seriously at the time, now the dawning realisation of what he meant hits me like a sledgehammer. ‘This isn’t going to be easy.’ Callum takes hold of my hand and squeezes it. ‘Danielle, whatever you want to do, I’m behind it.’ We need to get out of here. There’s no way we can stay. Tears prick my eyes. How the hell can we do it without risking the safety of our families?
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