The Breakdown: The gripping thriller from the bestselling author of Behind Closed Doors. B Paris A
when I said that as far as I was concerned we hadn’t decided anything yet, he showed me a copy of the contract with your signature on it.’
‘Then he must have forged it.’ There’s a silence. ‘You think I went ahead and ordered it, don’t you?’ I say, realising.
‘No, of course not! It’s just that the signature looked a lot like yours.’ I sense him hesitate. ‘After I got rid of him I had a look at the brochure you left in the kitchen and, inside, there’s a client copy of the contract. Shall I bring it to the hotel so that you can see it? Then if it’s not above board, we can do something about it.’
‘Sue the pants off him, you mean,’ I say, trying to lighten things, trying not to let any doubt cloud my mind. ‘What time will you be here?’
‘By the time I’ve showered and changed – about six-thirty?’
‘I’ll wait in the bar for you.’
I hang up, momentarily annoyed that he could think I’d order an alarm without telling him. But a little voice is mocking me: Are you sure, Cass, are you really sure? Yes, I tell it firmly, I am sure. Besides, the man from the alarm company had seemed like the type of person who would do anything to get a contract, even if it meant lying and cheating. I’m so confident I’m right that when I go down to the bar, I order a bottle of champagne.
It’s waiting in an ice bucket when Matthew arrives.
‘Tough week?’ I ask, because he looks horribly tired.
‘You could say that,’ he says, kissing me. He eyes the champagne. ‘That looks good.’
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