A Fatal Mistake: A gripping, twisty murder mystery perfect for all crime fiction fans. Faith Martin
been keeping tabs on the peer now, off and on (as his working hours permitted), for over a month. Because of this, he was working up a general picture of the man and his habits. Which was why Reggie knew all about His Lordship’s select little list of eateries.
He sighed as the fair head disappeared into the hotel. He’d been wearing his usual trademark white – today, in the form of a crisp white shirt and white linen summer jacket over pale-grey flannels.
It hadn’t taken Reggie long to notice that his quarry had an affectation with regard to the colour, and again his heart twisted bitterly in his narrow chest. What a poseur! What a nancy boy! And how inappropriate! That Lord Jeremy Littlejohn of all people should favour white – the supposed colour of innocence! He just couldn’t understand what Rebecca, his little sister, had seen in him.
As he thought of Becky, Reggie felt his heart give a sickening lurch. Just where was she? What had happened to her? Had she really run away to London as everyone insisted? And if she hadn’t, where was she? He had to find out. It was killing him, not knowing.
He remembered her being brought home to the house by his parents when he was barely seven years old. A tiny scrap of a thing, he’d resented her at first for turning his life upside down, and threatening to steal all his parents’ love, which had once been his alone.
But he’d been fascinated by her not long after – as a squalling infant, and then a chubby toddler, taking her first steps. As a child, she’d been simply adorable, with a riotous mop of fair curly hair, just tinged with the faintest hint of copper, and a pixie-like, gamin face. Precocious, funny and a little wild, naturally, she’d soon been able to twist him around her little finger, just as she had everyone else.
As soon as she’d hit her teens, she started to sing and dance, wear too much make-up and express an interest in being a ‘star’. Somehow, the naivete of her extravagant dreams had only led to her family indulging her all the more. Of course, underneath all her pseudo-sophistication, she was still a total innocent.
His face twisted as he thought of her now, alone and helpless somewhere in the big, wide, nasty world, without her family to protect her. It was then that he noticed a woman passing by with a shopping basket in one hand giving him a startled look, and hastily stepping out past him.
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