As they busied themselves collecting camera, lights and clipboard a shadow appeared on the staircase by the newel post in the corner where the dusty oak steps disappeared out of sight. Alice glanced round sharply. But it had gone almost as soon as it had appeared.
None of them noticed the sound of footsteps on the dirty boards upstairs.
9
Out at sea the wind had dropped. The waves rose and fell in an uneasy swell, lapping around the Gunfleet Sands. On the shore a man walking his dog in the last of the light along the beach at Frinton stopped and stared at the North Sea. Where, minutes before, he had seen the distant horizon wreathed in a rack of stormy cloud and the waves breaking over the shallows, suddenly he could see nothing. He frowned uneasily. The sky was changing colour as he watched. It was turning a thick dirty yellow. The air was becoming colder and suddenly he could smell deep ocean currents and salt, the smell of northern seas, the smell of the ice floes. The mans dog noticed. It had abandoned its excited sniffing of the weed and shells on the sand and was standing beside him, staring out as he was. It lifted a front paw, pointing, its ears cocked, then glanced up at him, seeking reassurance. The man shrugged his shoulders uneasily. Time to go home, boy, he said quietly. The dog needed no second telling. With an unhappy yelp it turned tail and headed towards the low cliffs and the greensward above. Within minutes the mist had reached the edge of the beach. The cold clammy air lapped at the mans heels. In it he could hear echoes of different places, different times. The distant call of a horn, the shouts of angry men. He turned for a second, terrified; he had imagined it, of course. The smell of the haar, and the swiftness of its arrival, had unnerved him.
Just for an instant he wondered if he could see the curved cruel beak of a boat surging in on the tide. But no, there was nothing there.
As he turned away to follow his dog up the cliff he shivered with fear. The evil was in the mist.
Behind him it swept in along the coast and around into the estuary heading up river towards Mistley and Manningtree. Within minutes the whole peninsula was shrouded in cold, clammy fog.
10
Saturday night
You have done what?
Piers stared at Emma with disconcerting intensity.
Ive made an offer. The cottage in Mistley. She had arrived back home just before ten to find him sitting alone in the roof garden listening to the soft strains of a string quartet, a glass of white wine on the wrought-iron table near him. The cats were asleep on the sofa swing. The hot night was velvet up here, not black, no London night was black. It was bitter, dark orange, scented with traffic fumes and chargrilling from dozens of terraces and rooftops and flowers from the park and the squares and a thousand small expensive gardens. A breath of cold wind trailed past them and was gone, leaving them staring at one another in silence.
Piers sat down and reached for his glass. Forgive me, Emma, but I thought I heard you say you had bought a cottage. I must be going mad.
You did hear me, Piers. Her confidence was evaporating fast. She sat down beside him and kicked off her sandals. Her ankle was still slightly swollen. You will love it, I promise. I had to make the decision. There was someone else after it. She rubbed her face with her hands, exhausted after the long drive. Can I have some wine?
Wed both better have some wine. Pierss voice was tight with anger. Then perhaps you can explain.
But how could she explain? The certainty. The fear of losing it. The knot of panic-stricken, illogical and desperate emotions which were tearing her apart made no sense to her, either.
You are out of your mind! was his terse comment when she had at last finished her rambling account of the day.
Probably. She stared after him as he went to lean on the parapet. I had to do it, Piers. Dont go on asking me why. I dont understand myself. I know it doesnt make sense. I know Im mad. Its just She paused. I knew the house. It was as though I knew every inch inside and out.
And you decide to buy every house youve ever visited?
No, of course not!
Then why this one?
Emma shook her head Because it was home. It was as though I had been there before. Not just in my childhood. I only ever saw the outside then, from the road. I knew every tree, Piers. Every beam in the walls. I cant explain it. She was trying not to cry. Leaning back in the chair, she stared up at the sky. The silence lengthened.
Im going to bed, Em.
She hadnt realised that Piers had moved away from the wall. He was standing in front of her, looking down at her face. His own was deep in shadow, hiding his anger. Where would you get the money from, Em? Have you thought about that?
The money is not the problem, Piers. I have my fathers trust fund and I will use my own investments. I can afford it. Im not asking you to contribute.
Im glad to hear it! He took a deep breath. Several seconds of silence stretched out between them. Dont forget that your ma and Dan are coming to lunch tomorrow. Perhaps they can talk some sense into that silly little head, eh? He stooped and kissed her hair. See you in the morning.
She didnt move. Blinking back tears, she stared up at the sky again. For all the affectionate words she had heard the steely undertone. There would be no compromise over this one. Why had she ever hoped there would?
Sniffing miserably, she staggered to her feet and reached for the wine bottle. The wooden boarding under her bare feet was still warm. She could smell the luminous white flowers of the jasmine growing in the tub near the French doors. A dark shape flitted out of the shadows near her and she heard a loud purr. One of the cats had woken up. Bending, she picked him up and lifted him up onto her shoulder. Her eyes had filled with tears again. Wine glass in hand, she climbed into the swing seat and lay back. In seconds Max was joined on her knees by his sister, Min, cuddled up into the crook of Emmas arm. In ten minutes, Emma was asleep.
As she began to dream first one cat, then the other, slid out of her arms and fled through the scented shadows, in through the French doors and out of sight.
If the old ladys hiding place were discovered, she would die. There would be no escape. She pushed herself further back against the old brick wall and held her breath, aware of her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
We know youre there, Liza. The voices were closer now. Womens voices. Soft. Insinuating. Come out and talk to us. You know it is what you have to do. It is the will of Christ.
She put her hands over her ears and pressed hard, fighting to escape their words. If she didnt make a sound. If she stopped breathing. If her heart ceased its infernal din, she would be safe. They would never find her here. Never.
Liza! They were closer now. At the gate. Liza, why make it harder for yourself? Surrender to us, make your confession before Almighty God. He will be merciful. Come, Liza. We know youre here! The voices were growing louder, echoing in her head, coming from every side now.
If the old ladys hiding place were discovered, she would die. There would be no escape. She pushed herself further back against the old brick wall and held her breath, aware of her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
We know youre there, Liza. The voices were closer now. Womens voices. Soft. Insinuating. Come out and talk to us. You know it is what you have to do. It is the will of Christ.
She put her hands over her ears and pressed hard, fighting to escape their words. If she didnt make a sound. If she stopped breathing. If her heart ceased its infernal din, she would be safe. They would never find her here. Never.
Liza! They were closer now. At the gate. Liza, why make it harder for yourself? Surrender to us, make your confession before Almighty God. He will be merciful. Come, Liza. We know youre here! The voices were growing louder, echoing in her head, coming from every side now.
Liza!
Liza!
Liza!
Almighty God will be merciful, Liza
All you have to do is repent Liza
She could feel the sweat, ice cold between her shoulder blades and under her breasts. Her stiff, swollen hands were clenched into tight, white-knuckled balls, her nails cutting deep into her palms.
Come out, Liza!
They were laughing.
Pray, Liza
Its your turn, Liza
With a start Emma sat up, feeling the perspiration cold on her body. She was shaking with fear. It took several seconds before she realised she was still outside on the roof terrace. She staggered to her feet and went to lean on the parapet, staring down towards the patch of darkness which was the garden square, trying to steady herself, aware of the noise of her heartbeat thundering in her ears. It was only a nightmare, for Gods sake, sparked off by her row with Piers. Stupid bad dream!
She glanced down at her hands gripping the rail they had added on top of the wall when they moved into the flat. They were shaking. She could actually see them trembling as her fingers clung to the cold metal. With a frown she forced herself to let go and turned towards the French doors.
She stood for a long time under the shower, her face upturned to the sharp drumming of the water, letting it drive out the fear. Then she wrapped herself in a huge towel and went into the kitchen.
Emma? Piers found her there an hour later. He turned on the light. Come to bed, sweetheart. Well discuss the cottage in the morning.
Theres nothing to discuss. She rubbed her face wearily. Its done. The offer is made.
And can be withdrawn. You havent signed anything.
No, but
Well talk about it in the morning, Em. Come on. He reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. Maybe we can compromise. A cottage might be fun. One day. We could drive around a bit. Get some ideas.
She sensed a softening of his attitude and glanced at him quickly. Do you mean that? Youll think about it?
Ill think about it. Turning off the light, he led her towards the bedroom.
Peggy and Dan were late for lunch. When they followed Emma out onto the roof, Piers was ensconced on the swing seat with a pile of newspapers, the wine already opened, and a half-empty glass beside him on the table.
Sorry, darling, we couldnt find anywhere to park. Peggy kissed Emma on the cheek and threw herself down on one of the cushioned chairs. Dan picked up the bottle, checked the ice-cold, clouded glass to see how much was left and began to pour. He was a stout, fresh-faced man with white short-cropped hair and vivid blue eyes. Having retired at fifty from the City, he had spent the last ten years in a new career as a wine importer, specialising in small, select vineyards known only to a very exclusive group of connoisseurs.
Not bad stuff. He topped up Pierss glass after he had done the others. Good year.
I thought so. Piers folded his paper and put it aside. So, how are you both?
Good. Peggy grinned. But our news is very boring. I want to hear yours. Did you go and visit the cottage yesterday? She looked from one to the other expectantly.
Piers scowled. So, Em told you about it, did she?
Emma rang to say you might go and see it. Peggy frowned. I know she said you wouldnt consider it, Piers, but
She said that too, did she? Piers stood up. He went to lean on the parapet. Perhaps you would like to remind her of the fact, Peggy.
Piers! Emma had followed them out onto the terrace with a bowl of olives in her hand. She shook her head. Ma doesnt want to be dragged into this. Nor does Dan.
Dragged into what exactly? Dan sat down on the chair next to Peggys. He leaned forward expectantly, his elbows on his knees. Come on. Tell me. Whats this all about?
I went to see a cottage on my own as Piers wouldnt come, Emma said, passing him an olive. And I liked it a lot.
There was a short silence.
So, you are going to see it too? Dan asked cautiously. He was looking at Piers.
No. Piers drained his glass. And in spite of that fact, in spite of me saying I dont want a cottage at the moment because were too busy and we cant, actually, afford it, in spite of all that, he paused for dramatic effect, she put in an offer.
There was a profound pause, then Emma turned to him. You may not be able to afford a cottage, she said quietly, but as I told you last night, I can. There was a further moments awkward silence.
Ive got the particulars here. She stood up and disappeared inside for a moment. When she returned she had a sheaf of estate agents details in her hand. It probably doesnt look that special on paper, but it is.
Why dont we all run down there and see it? Dan drained his glass and held it out to Piers for more as Peggy took the A4 sheets from her daughter and began to read them. What about next weekend? It sounds like a fun excursion to me.
For you, perhaps. Filling the glass, Piers put the bottle down and turned to lean over the railing, staring out across the rooftops. If Emma wants this place, thats up to her. I dont and I see no point in wasting a day of my life trailing off to see it. If we bought a cottage I would want it to be in Normandy or Brittany. Not, I repeat not, in Essex.
Emma shrugged. So much for mutual discussion.
He swung round. Excuse me? What discussion did you engage in before you made an offer for this place, pray? You went knowing my views. And you decided to buy it knowing my views. His voice rose slightly.
Dan and Peggy glanced at each other. Peggy leaned forward and touching Emmas arm she frowned and shook her head. Lets change the subject, she said softly. I think you two need to talk about this on your own later. Come on, Ill give you a hand in the kitchen. She led the way in through the doors.
Emma followed slowly. She had picked up the estate agents details from the chair upon which her mother had left them. I have to have it, she said as they went through into the kitchen. I dont know why.