Peter's P.O.V

Two weeks earlier:

As soon as I reached my hotel I took the stairs two at a time to get to my room as soon as possible. I fumbled with the lock as my fingers turned to butter. I threw the door open and sat down at the desk and began to list all the possible places Laura would hide a dead body. She was always the one who told me a good place to put them. The sharp ring of the phone broke my train of thought and I reached for the handset.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Are you up for a drink tonight?" it was Jess, hadn't she got the message? I didn't want anything to do with her.

"No sorry, I'm really tired and want to catch up with sleep." I said. Hopefully she didn't keep log of the same excuse.

"Oh okay, maybe tomorrow?"

"Maybe." I hung up and looked at the list. Two pages of possible burial places.

I folded the list and placed it under my pillow before sitting on the bed and staring at the phone. It was reaching out to me in a strange way and I knew what I had to do.

I cross the room in three strides and pick up the handset and type in the phone number I only just remembered.

It was picked up after the first ring. "Hello?"

"Mr Constance? It's Peter." I said.

"Oh hello! How are you?"

"Fine thanks, I was just ringing to see whether it was possible for you to give me Laura's address? I lost the copy she gave me."

"Oh of course!" he said "Do you have a pen and paper?"

I reached for the pad of paper and place it before me. "Yes."

Mr Constance recited me the address and I scribbled it down. "Thanks."

"No problem."

I hung up again and placed the piece of paper next to the other under my pillow before I walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I rose early the next morning so that I could get in as many of the possible burial places crossed off. I spent a great length of the morning scouring the beaches within a fifteen minute drive from where I was. I turned up with nothing. I spent the whole afternoon checking the railways and other possible places. By the end of the day I had crossed off one page of the possible places. I was starting to wonder. Was I going about this wrong? Was I really kidding myself into thinking that Laura was exactly the same girl as the one I liked as a teenager?

I sat at the bar in the hotel, twirling the ice around with my straw. There were footsteps behind me but I didn't bother looking up.

"Diet Coke please." a voice said. I recognised it. I glanced up to see Laura sitting next to me.

"Are you following me again?" I asked.

She turned to look at me, her green eyes searching. "No, but you really weren't hard to find."

"Why are you here?"

"Thought a catch up chat was in order. Don't you think." she said picking the lemon slice out of her drink and nibbling on it.

The sound of her voice turned my insides to goo. I mentally scolded myself. I had a loving caring girlfriend in England, I was in love with her. But as I started talking to Laura I knew that no matter how much Daisy brought me. She would never be the woman Laura was.

Our fifteen year old banter came flowing back and it soon seemed as if I hadn't left at all.

Jess walks into the bar and makes a beeline for Laura and I.

"Hello Peter" she said taking a seat next to me. Laura stared straight ahead.

"Jess. This is Laura, Laura Jess." I said leaning back so the two ladies could shake hands and introduce each other.

"How do you know Peter?" Jess asked. I sighed. She was always sizing anyone up.

"We have been friends since we were little." Laura said smiling sweetly even though her eyes shot daggers.

I don't think Jess even took that in. "Oh, I see. Have you heard about the case we're doing?"

"No." she replied.

"Well we ar-"

"-I don't think we are allowed to disclose delicate information so freely to the general public."

"Well she's not all of the general public, you just said you were best friends when you were younger." Jess said. I hadn't realised she had even listened to what I had said.

"I don't mind." Laura said glancing at me before sipping her drink.

So that was it. Jess told her everything about the case. Laura just sat there green eyes sparkling with curiosity.


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