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because in a couple weeks I’m going to be chewing on it.”  
    She took great pleasure in hanging up first, then looked back at the butcher again. He’d stopped chopping meat and stared at her instead. She caught sight of her reflection in the glass, her long blonde hair tangled by the wind, her cheeks flushed with anger. She gave a wave then strolled off to her car.  
    At least she had a means of getting to Brian now. He wouldn’t be able to bully her or anyone else by the time she was through with him. She got into her car and sped off down the road, window open.  
    The air whooshed over her, cleansing her from the awful conversation. What a damn morning. She pulled into the drive and parked.
    It hit Emily like a bus. What the hell had she just done? Potentially gotten Amanda in trouble for sure. She jumped out of her car and ran all the way up to the glass doors of her apartment building, clutching her phone in her hand.  
    She burst into her place, shut the door and hurried to the couch.  
    She had to call Amanda and warn her before it was too late.

CHAPTER TEN

    The phone had rang continuously but nobody had picked up. Something was definitely wrong. Amanda was always home and the kids would be back from school by now.
    Emily steered into Brian’s street and held her breath. Please, let it just be a false alarm. Please, let them be all right.  
    She parked a block away and walked the rest to the house. She couldn’t risk Brian seeing the car and getting angrier, if he was home and victimizing Amanda. Good God, what a total fuck up.
    Emily blamed herself for this. She should’ve thought before she’d acted, but she’d just been so damn outraged at Brian’s belief that he could do what he wanted, when he wanted to. She wouldn’t let it fly anymore.  
    The rich red-tiled roof of the house appeared and she crept closer, keeping to the trees and checking the road constantly.  
    She peered between the slats of the fence and up the driveway. His Audi was there. Her heart sank and she whipped out her phone, desperate to get hold of the kids. But what was the point? They wouldn’t answer and if Brian did, she’d only make it worse.  
    There was a slam and Brian appeared on the porch, red from head to toe with anger – luckily not blood. He stormed to his Audi, opened the door, slipped in and revved the engine in classic ‘dick-driver’ fashion.  
    He peeled out of the gates and Emily shrank back behind her chosen tree, but he sped off in the opposite direction. The gates – which usually stood open – began a slow slide closed. Emily raced towards them at the last moment.  
    They closed fast. She was too far, she had to get inside!  
    Emily slipped through at the last second, and the horrid metal constructions slammed closed behind her like the gates of Mordor.  
    “Holy shit,” she wheezed, gripping both knees and bending over. Then she rose and stared up at the house. It was silent, eerily so, the darkened windows glaring down at her in accusation. Blaming her for what she’d caused.  
    Brian was unstable and she’d given him that extra push over the edge. What the hell was wrong with her? No wonder Chase didn’t want anything to do with her.
    She was selfish.  
    Emily left her self-pity in the garden but picked up a rock to replace it. She stepped below the eaves, out of the line of sight of that cursed camera, and lobbed the stone at it.  
    THWACK.  
    It broke into several pieces.
    That ought to do it.  
      She hurried up to the front door – who knew when the psycho and his silver speedster would be back? She knocked once, but there wasn’t an answer.  
    Dread surged through her again, her arms and legs went tingly. If he’d hurt those kids, she’d make good on her conviction and commit a murder she could remember. She grimaced at that thought and knocked again.  
    “Who is it?” It was Becci’s terrified whimper which came through the wood of the door.  
    “It’s your