past the end of j the bed. He was crawling towards the bathroom, crawling on his hands and belly and leaving these trails, like a snail,: except they were red, all along the floor. I felt sick. I| couldn't stop watching him. It was horrible, disgusting. 1 He got himself up on to the side of the bath and then stopped.
Collapsed. Unconscious. The knife, the one she'd stabbed him with, it was still on the bed; I could see the handle sticking out from the sheet. Maybe she'd looked for it and not found it, I don't know.
Anyway, I took it and went into the bathroom. Peter still hadn't moved. I thought I could still hear his breathing, but I couldn't be sure. I remember his buttocks were all flabby and loose, almost white except for these purple spots. And the awful flab of his belly, pushed out on both sides by the bath. ' Resnick felt, rather than saw, her shake against his hands.
'I only stabbed him once, in the side. I couldn't believe how easily the blade went in.'
Resnick had heard the car pull up a while since, back along the road.
He wondered how long they had been out in the garden, how much they had overheard? He called out and Millington and Lynn Kellogg stepped inside.
'Sarah Farleigh,' he said,
'I am arresting you for the murder of Peter Farleigh…' He was glad she was looking away again, not directly up at him; glad to have got the business done before the children returned.
