Silent, Katie

Two Years Earlier, Lucy

She hurried out of the bungalow and raced to the main House where she phoned for a taxi.
She asked the driver to take her to the village halfway between Lyme House and the town.
Twice in a day. The house with the grand piano again, set in a cul-de-sac.

A woman answered the door to her, tall and beautiful with long black hair, like a model from Elle. The woman she remembered from ten years ago. Dad's other woman. Terence's ex-wife.

'Katie Whittaker?' she said, weak and clammy again.

'Terence phoned to warn me about you. What do you want, Lucy?'

So Terence already knew, and he also knew her real name. Just like the note implied. 'I need to talk to you about the fire.'

'I'm afraid that won't be possible.'

'This is urgent. Peter seemed to think I'm his sister.'

'Peter can be very silly and immature at times,' Katie Whittaker said. 'Please, Lucy, don't
make things worse for my family. Go away and leave us in peace.'