Capture. Flora Dain
reflecting off them across the ragged seaweed fronds and the high, towering cleft that makes up the ceiling.
There’s nowhere to tie up so finally I head back round the headland to the beach to take stock. Soon it will be lunchtime, and Darnley will arrive. I may even persuade him to come out and hunt some troll with me.
As I nose the little boat into the small cove I’m careful to avoid the jagged rocks at the edges of the beach. When I finally hit the shingle I reach for my small bottle of water and drink deep, my mind still busy.
Why’s Chet so scared? Scared enough to go to all the trouble to ride over and tell me …
At that moment I glance up for the first time since I landed and I stand very still. My trainers dig deep into the shingle as the waves just fail to reach me, their reach lower with each thrust of the turning tide.
I’m staring at a pair of leather-clad legs. They’re propping up their owner as he leans back on a rock, his upper part just out of sight.
I’ve got company.
There’s no such thing as trolls …
I feel tiny hairs rise all over my back as the legs straighten up and their owner appears from behind his rock.
‘Hi, El. Long time no see.’
It’s worse than a troll. Far worse.
It’s Ryan Mitchell, my ex.
Weirdly, now also Freda’s ex. He screwed us both, in both senses, till we got wise to him. Then back in the summer he very nearly screwed my chances with Darnley.
He’s the last person I thought I’d see here.
He’s the last person I ever wanted to see again.
‘You don’t look too pleased to see me, El. Easy Street suits you, huh?’
I glare at him. ‘What do you want, Ryan? And be warned, there’s surveillance everywhere out here. If you try anything, Darnley will know. And so will about five hundred other people.’
I should know,
Ryan puts his head on one side and tries his trademark shy smile. Out here in the sunshine, with his loose fair hair and his easy, weak mouth, it should give him a kind of shallow charm. But for me he long ago lost his appeal, and that was well before his crazy patent scam back in the summer nearly finished things between Darnley and me. He followed through with pap-shots of us at Camp Akela and a mystery photo from Lydia’s past. The family’s still reeling.
‘You must be crazy, coming here.’ I hold his gaze. Does he know how much trouble he caused last year? Darnley was already close to the brink. Ryan’s efforts might have failed but they sure stirred the mix.
To my fury he laughs. ‘Chill, hon. His cameras can’t see us here. We’re in the lee of the cliff. Even Darnley-hot-for-you-fucking-Wolfe can’t penetrate sheer rock. Look El, I need a big favour. This time it’s urgent.’
‘Get lost.’
‘Please, El. I’ve had a bad time lately. Been working in Vegas. It fell through.’
‘What? You double-crossed them too? That sounds dangerous.’
I’m only kidding, but now he looks scared. ‘It was. Still is. In fact I’m on the run.’
I frown. ‘So what do you want from me?’
‘I want to make a fresh start. All I need is one good product to get me back on track. But I really need your help. After this you’ll never see me again, I swear.’
I frown. ‘My help? Why me?’
‘Because you’re the only person I can ask. I’ve got a product ready to launch but I need to know if Wolfe’s already using it. We worked on it together for a while, before …’ He tails off.
‘Before you stole it and tried to pass it off as mine?’ I say sweetly.
‘Whatever.’ He licks his lips. ‘Anyway, my version’s still not out there so maybe he’s shelved it. That means I can use it.’
I glare at him. ‘Give me one good reason why I should trust you, after last summer.’
‘I’m desperate, El. That good enough?’ His face contracts.
I see his lip tremble and now I notice he looks thinner, unkempt. For a split second I feel sorry for him. ‘Go on,’ I say coldly.
‘He may be using it in private, like here, say. Testing it pre-launch. In that case I’ll drop it. If not, it’ll get me back on track. Be a whole lot quicker than starting from scratch and I can save a bunch of money on research and development. Please, El. All I need is for you to check a line of machine code for me so I can see if it’s a match. One line, that’s it. Not much to ask, is it?’
I roll my eyes. ‘Why me? Ask him.’
He snorts. ‘What? You crazy? One, he’d turn me down flat. Two, he’d launch it himself. You saw his fancy footwork back in the summer. His company launched an upgrade faster than I could tell you about the original.’
He outlines what he wants me to do, his eyes wild and staring, like he’s unhinged.
I listen patiently. I once shared space with him. If he’s fallen on hard times maybe he’s stressed, while I’m on Easy Street … I look at the trainwreck of my former boyfriend and feel a twinge of guilt. ‘So what’s in it for me?’
‘For you?’ His eyes gleam. ‘Plenty. You know those shots of Lydia they’re all so bugged about? I’ve got them. I’ll give you them. Just get me that sequence.’
I stiffen. All at once this is a very big deal. That contact strip, a vital link to Lydia’s murky past, is one of the Wolfe family’s biggest skeletons and buried in their darkest closet. And he’s used a shot from it already, back in the summer – as a coded threat. He means business.
‘And if I don’t?’
He scowls. ‘I need money real bad and I need it fast. Sorry to press you on this, El, but you’ve got a week, max. After that I’ll send the whole strip to the press. They’ll pay me plenty. Cash on the nail.’
His eyes narrow and now I glimpse the two-timing low-life I finally dumped still lurking below the superficial charm.
But he’s not done. He lowers his voice. ‘And know what? Just for jolly I’ll say they’re of you. And then lover-boy Darnley will have to come right out and deny it. And the only way he can deny it is to tell everybody who’s really in them.’
He grins. ‘Thought nobody else knew, huh? Freda lets rip when she gets carried away.’Specially in her sleep.’
‘You wouldn’t dare.’
‘Wanna bet? Could be fun. Some people, the FBI, say, may even start asking questions. Like, why a set of pics of a former porn star now married to a hotshot lawyer took fifteen years to turn up. Like, how close she and photographer-turned-popcorn-millionaire “Korn” Kraik really were, if he spent so much time with the family. Like, how come “Korn” Kraik was found dead in her garage … you get me?’
My mouth goes dry as he recreates the Wolfe family’s worst-ever nightmare right here on the beach. I lick my lips. ‘OK. What do I have to do?’
* * *
When I walk into the house thirty minutes later, a full ten minutes after Ryan’s powerful motorcycle has roared off into the distance, Darnley walks in. If he passed Ryan on the approach road he says nothing.
Maybe he thought it was a delivery.
Maybe