Pop Goes the Weasel | страница 60
The doorbell rang again. Angie turned the volume up. Who cares if that confirmed her presence in the house, she didn’t have to open the door to anyone she didn’t want to. The bell stopped ringing and Angie smiled.
She concentrated on the show – the DNA results were about to be revealed. She had joined the programme too late to know what the participants’ conflict was about, but there was always a punch-up when DNA results were revealed. She loved this part of the programme.
‘Hello?’
Angie sat bolt upright. Someone was in the house.
‘Are you there, Angie?’
Angie was off the sofa and searching for a weapon. A heavy glass vase was the best she could do. She raised it above her head as the living room door opened.
‘Angie?’
Angie froze, her fear dissipating into surprise. The woman’s scarred face was instantly recognizable. Emilia Garanita was a minor celebrity in Southampton.
‘I am so sorry to intrude but the back door was unlocked and I am desperate to talk to you, Angie. May I call you Angie?’
Angie was too shocked to rebuke her for trespassing and Emilia took that as her cue to advance, placing a comforting hand on her arm.
‘How are you getting on, Angie? I hear you had a terrible shock.’
One of the girls at work had obviously blabbed. Angie was irritated and pleased in equal measure. To be sought out by the local press was an unusual and gratifying experience. Effortlessly Emilia guided Angie back onto the sofa, seating herself beside her.
‘I’m bearing up,’ Angie replied bravely.
‘Of course you are. You’re a strong woman – that’s what everyone says about you.’
Angie very much doubted it, but was pleased by the compliment.
‘And our article will reflect that.’
Angie nodded, excitement mingling with unease.
‘The Evening News wants to do a double-page spread on you. Your life, your important work at Zenith Solutions and your bravery in dealing with such an unpleasant incident. We’d like to pay tribute to you, is that ok?’
Angie nodded.
‘So let’s get a few details straight. We can do your career history in a moment, let’s focus on the day itself for now. You received a package for your boss…’
‘Mr McPhail.’
‘Mr McPhail. You open all his mail presumably?’
‘Of course. I am his personal assistant. This was a couriered package and I always open those straight away.’
Emilia was scribbling keenly now.
‘And inside…’
‘Inside… was a heart. The smell was terrible.’
‘A heart?’ replied Emilia, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. She hadn’t really expected it to be true, but it was.