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.'Punch? Punch, are you there?' he whispered, trying not to wake Alice.He heard his wife stir.'Jon.Is that you?''Hi babe,' he replied in a soft voice, stepping through the door and crouching down in front of the sofa.'You OK?'Alice struggled up on to an elbow, eyes bleary with sleep.'What time is it?''Just after ten-thirty.She's not been squawking yet?''No.' She rubbed at her left eye.'You've been smoking.' Jon leaned back on his haunches.'I had a sneaky one as a wind-me-down.'She sat up straight now.'Jon, what are you doing letting yourself start again?''I know.I'll pack it in again soon.It's just work at the moment is getting to me.''What about Holly? There are statistics that link passive smoking to cot death.You should be thinking about her.'Fucking hell, that's a bit extreme, thought Jon.'Ali, it was over two hours ago.''But I can still smell it.''Yeah, but.' he gave up.The conversation was irrational.'Where's Punch?''In the yard.''The yard? What's he doing out there?''Jon, I'm really sorry to say this.Just after you rang I caught it licking Holly's face.Like it does to a bone before it starts chewing it.I just don't feel safe with that animal in the house with our baby.'Jon shook his head.Am I hearing this right? 'Say again.''I don't feel safe with him in the house.''What, you thought Punch was about to bite Holly? Ali, the dog's being protective, he would never hurt her.''I've seen it looking at her.It doesn't like her.It's jealous.We can't risk it.'Jon looked down at their baby.This was just paranoid.Alice wasn't like this.What the hell was going on? 'You've locked him outside? It's raining out there.''The shed's open.I put his basket and food bowl in it.'Jon bit his lip, stood up and walked to the back door.He opened it and looked out.Punch was curled on the concrete in the corner.His coat was glistening under the streetlight and Jon could see shivers running down his back.He wanted to shout into the house that she was totally out of order.'Punch, come here, boy!'His dog got uncertainly to its feet, the stump of its tail beginning to wag.Jon gestured into the kitchen.'Come on!'Punch trotted over and climbed the steps, droplets of rain beaded on the fur above his eyes.'You stupid thing, what are you doing there?' Jon reached for a tea towel and began rubbing him down.'Jon, he's not staying in this house.'He glanced over his shoulder and saw Alice in the kitchen doorway, Holly cradled in her arms.'Ali, I'll keep the kitchen door shut and we can talk about it in the morning.He can't sleep out in that shed.''And Holly? You value the dog above our daughter?'Jon's hands paused.What sort of a question was that? Carefully, he formulated an answer before opening his mouth.'It's not a case of who I value more, Ali, this is crazy.What's really the matter?''Fine!' He'd never heard so much venom in her voice.Punch shrank away beneath his fingers and Holly started to cry.'Have it your way.You can sleep down here with your precious dog!' She slammed the kitchen door shut and he heard her stamping up the stairs.He looked at Punch's sad brown eyes.'What the fuck was that about?'Faintly at first, Holly's crying was picking up in strength.He noticed the half made-up bottle by the sink.'Stay there boy.' He quickly washed his hands, mixed powder with the water, then warmed it in the microwave.Closing the kitchen door behind him, he climbed the stairs.'Ali? I've got her bottle.Do you want me to feed her?''Did you wash your hands?''Yes.''Give it to me.'He stepped into the dark nursery.Alice raised her eyes only enough to look at the bottle in his outstretched hand, but he could see she was crying.'Are you all right, babe?'She turned away.'Oh, forget it.I'll give her breast milk.'SixteenThe movement Alice created getting out of bed awoke him.Holly was whimpering in the nursery.The sliver of window visible at the edge of the curtain was pitch black and he looked at the bedside clock.Five twenty-six.He'd tried to sleep on the sofa until about one-thirty with no success.Finally he'd crept up the stairs and slipped into bed beside her, relieved she didn't wake up.The need for more sleep actually made him feel nauseous, but his mind was already accelerating away, multiple considerations clamouring for attention.How long could he hold off letting the press know DerekPeterson's identity?Was there a connection between Hobson and Mrs Sutton? What the hell had got into Alice?Ten minutes later she came back and got into bed without a word [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.'Punch? Punch, are you there?' he whispered, trying not to wake Alice.He heard his wife stir.'Jon.Is that you?''Hi babe,' he replied in a soft voice, stepping through the door and crouching down in front of the sofa.'You OK?'Alice struggled up on to an elbow, eyes bleary with sleep.'What time is it?''Just after ten-thirty.She's not been squawking yet?''No.' She rubbed at her left eye.'You've been smoking.' Jon leaned back on his haunches.'I had a sneaky one as a wind-me-down.'She sat up straight now.'Jon, what are you doing letting yourself start again?''I know.I'll pack it in again soon.It's just work at the moment is getting to me.''What about Holly? There are statistics that link passive smoking to cot death.You should be thinking about her.'Fucking hell, that's a bit extreme, thought Jon.'Ali, it was over two hours ago.''But I can still smell it.''Yeah, but.' he gave up.The conversation was irrational.'Where's Punch?''In the yard.''The yard? What's he doing out there?''Jon, I'm really sorry to say this.Just after you rang I caught it licking Holly's face.Like it does to a bone before it starts chewing it.I just don't feel safe with that animal in the house with our baby.'Jon shook his head.Am I hearing this right? 'Say again.''I don't feel safe with him in the house.''What, you thought Punch was about to bite Holly? Ali, the dog's being protective, he would never hurt her.''I've seen it looking at her.It doesn't like her.It's jealous.We can't risk it.'Jon looked down at their baby.This was just paranoid.Alice wasn't like this.What the hell was going on? 'You've locked him outside? It's raining out there.''The shed's open.I put his basket and food bowl in it.'Jon bit his lip, stood up and walked to the back door.He opened it and looked out.Punch was curled on the concrete in the corner.His coat was glistening under the streetlight and Jon could see shivers running down his back.He wanted to shout into the house that she was totally out of order.'Punch, come here, boy!'His dog got uncertainly to its feet, the stump of its tail beginning to wag.Jon gestured into the kitchen.'Come on!'Punch trotted over and climbed the steps, droplets of rain beaded on the fur above his eyes.'You stupid thing, what are you doing there?' Jon reached for a tea towel and began rubbing him down.'Jon, he's not staying in this house.'He glanced over his shoulder and saw Alice in the kitchen doorway, Holly cradled in her arms.'Ali, I'll keep the kitchen door shut and we can talk about it in the morning.He can't sleep out in that shed.''And Holly? You value the dog above our daughter?'Jon's hands paused.What sort of a question was that? Carefully, he formulated an answer before opening his mouth.'It's not a case of who I value more, Ali, this is crazy.What's really the matter?''Fine!' He'd never heard so much venom in her voice.Punch shrank away beneath his fingers and Holly started to cry.'Have it your way.You can sleep down here with your precious dog!' She slammed the kitchen door shut and he heard her stamping up the stairs.He looked at Punch's sad brown eyes.'What the fuck was that about?'Faintly at first, Holly's crying was picking up in strength.He noticed the half made-up bottle by the sink.'Stay there boy.' He quickly washed his hands, mixed powder with the water, then warmed it in the microwave.Closing the kitchen door behind him, he climbed the stairs.'Ali? I've got her bottle.Do you want me to feed her?''Did you wash your hands?''Yes.''Give it to me.'He stepped into the dark nursery.Alice raised her eyes only enough to look at the bottle in his outstretched hand, but he could see she was crying.'Are you all right, babe?'She turned away.'Oh, forget it.I'll give her breast milk.'SixteenThe movement Alice created getting out of bed awoke him.Holly was whimpering in the nursery.The sliver of window visible at the edge of the curtain was pitch black and he looked at the bedside clock.Five twenty-six.He'd tried to sleep on the sofa until about one-thirty with no success.Finally he'd crept up the stairs and slipped into bed beside her, relieved she didn't wake up.The need for more sleep actually made him feel nauseous, but his mind was already accelerating away, multiple considerations clamouring for attention.How long could he hold off letting the press know DerekPeterson's identity?Was there a connection between Hobson and Mrs Sutton? What the hell had got into Alice?Ten minutes later she came back and got into bed without a word [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]