her car when I work out what else we need.’
Leo’s focus fell to the floor.
‘Are you sure?’ he said. ‘That it’s necessary, I mean?’
Megan swallowed. ‘There’s a casserole in the freezer.’ She faced the kitchen and spoke as though Leo was looking where she was. ‘I’ve split it in two. Give it half an hour in the oven once it’s defrosted, or blast it for a few minutes in the microwave. If you stick it in the oven, don’t forget to put it in an oven-proof dish.’
‘Meg.’
‘Also, there’s a frozen pizza. Ham and pineapple. And there’s a pork chop in the fridge. You need to eat it by—’
‘Meg. Please.’
Megan raised a hand to her brow. ‘We’ve been over this, Leo.’
‘We have.’ They had. ‘But…’ But what?
‘I need a break. From the house as much as anything. And it’s clear you need to focus. If you really feel you need to do this, it would be better, for your sake, if you did it without any more… distractions.’
Leo nodded – not conceding the point, just bobbing past it. ‘The thing is,’ he said, ‘I was looking at some recent cases. At the coverage in the press once things actually got under way. And what happens is, when a trial begins, there’s actually less attention in a way because of all the restric…’
Leo stopped himself. From the look on Megan’s face, the coverage was not the point.
‘I’ll be in the kitchen,’ she said. ‘Let me know when you’re ready.’
‘Meg. Megan!’
He checked the kitchen. She was not in the kitchen. He checked the living room.
‘Megan!’
Jesus Christ. Jesus H Christ.
‘Megan! Meg! M—’
‘Leo.’ Megan emerged from the kitchen. ‘What’s wrong? I was just in the…’ She hitched a thumb towards her shoulder but Leo crossed the hall and grabbed her arm.
‘Leo!’
‘Where are the car keys? Have you got the car keys?’
‘For heaven’s sake, Leo, what’s got—’
‘The car keys! Where are they!’
‘On the hook! The same place they always are!’
Leo dragged his wife towards the rack by the door. Halfway there he checked himself, pulled up short.
‘We should ring. Have you got the number?’ He released his wife and reached the telephone table in three long strides. He picked up the receiver. ‘The number. For the school. What’s the number?’
‘The school?’ Megan’s eyes broadened. ‘Why? What’s happened? Did they call? I didn’t hear the—’
‘They haven’t called! We need to call them! What’s the number!’
Again Megan pointed towards the kitchen. ‘It’s in my address book. In my bag. Shall I—’
‘Never mind.’ Leo made to replace the receiver but missed the cradle. He let it lie. ‘We’ll just go. Let’s just go.’
‘Leo! Will you please tell me what’s going on!’
Leo had hold of Megan’s wrist again but this time she planted her feet.
‘What are you doing! Let’s go!’ He pulled but Megan sidled.
‘Not until you tell me what’s going on!’
‘I will.’ Leo dragged a finger along the key rack and plucked the fob with the Volkswagen logo. ‘In the car. I promise. I’ll explain when we get into the car.’
‘What about my suitcase? And Ellie’s? I need shoes at least, Leo!’
‘Here!’ Leo grabbed a pair from the jumble on the mat. ‘Now come on!’
Megan was in the passenger seat beside him, her finger at her heel and her cheek pressed against the dashboard. She was cringing, muttering, struggling to squeeze her feet into her daughter’s trainers.
‘Well?’ she said. ‘Are you going to explain?’
But Leo was focused on the traffic. Even on a weekday, in the middle of the afternoon, the dual carriageway was a procession.
‘Leo!’
He thrust at the brakes and Megan caught her weight on her outstretched hands.
‘Slow down, will you!’
Leo cursed. He flashed his lights. The driver of the bus in front responded with a gesture from his side window and seemed, deliberately, to slow. Once again Leo swore. He craned to see. There was nothing up ahead, no reason for the bus to be plodding at… Jesus Christ. Twenty miles an hour, when the speed limit here was, what? Sixty? They passed a sign. Forty, then. Leo made to undertake but there was a camper van mirror to mirror, with a kid driving who must have been drunk or stoned or something because he was beating the steering wheel as though it were a kettledrum.
‘Leo! Please! Whatever you’re rushing for, this isn’t going to get us there any quicker!’
The bus, finally, gathered speed. The needle on Leo’s dial nudged forty, forty-five. They were making ground now but less quickly than they needed to. An ambulance passed the opposite way – on a clear carriageway, naturally – and Leo thought of sirens, of the police, of how maybe he should have called the police. But the police would have asked him whether he had spoken to the school, told him to ring the school and then ring back, and by the time he did, by the time he explained – to the police, to the school, to the police again – they could have driven to the school themselves. If it weren’t for the traffic, that is.
‘Leo. Please. You’re scaring me.’
A Range Rover drew alongside and Leo twitched the steering wheel as though to veer into it. The 4x4 fell back. Leo swerved into the gap and accelerated towards the roundabout.
‘Where are we meeting her?’
‘What? Leo!’ Megan clutched at her seat.
‘Ellie! Where are we meeting her!’
‘At the gates! Just… The usual place.’
Leo slowed, slightly, yet took the roundabout in third. There were speed bumps blistering the side street and Leo surged over them, scraping the Passat along the tarmac on each downward lunge. The sound was like the world tearing and Megan, each time, gave another yell. She pressed one palm to the ceiling and clung with the other to the handle on the door. She was crying, Leo realised.
There were cars corked up ahead and children breaking from the school gates. Leo wrenched the handbrake. He opened the door and lunged with a foot but his seat belt was attached and it hauled him back. He fumbled, found the catch, and lurched once more into the street.
‘Ellie!’
Leo heard his name in the wake of his daughter’s, his wife’s voice echoing his. Whatever she said afterwards, though, was muffled by the shrillness of the schoolyard.
‘Ellie!’ he called again.
There was a hatchback moving off the way Leo had arrived and he caught its bonnet with his open hands just as it slammed to a stop. Someone shouted, swore, but Leo spun away and on, through the gaps between the double-parked cars. He collided with a coat, rebounded into an open door, and somehow found himself on the pavement.
‘Ellie!’ He paused, raised himself on tiptoes. People were stopping now, turning to look, but when they angled their bodies towards him they only made it harder for him to see. He shoved his way through a chorus of protests and emerged into a vacuum beside the gates.
‘Where is she?’ He whirled, spotted Megan approaching, but not close enough yet to answer his question. He grabbed the shoulder of someone passing. ‘Have you seen Ellie? Ellie Curtice?’ The boy made a face and shrugged Leo off.
‘Excuse me. Hey.’ Leo seized someone else, a girl this time, Ellie’s age, but the girl seemed unable, in her
