Vernon English was in a sorry state. He had lost just enough blood to bring him close to fainting, while his body, shaved and lightly tenderised by Ivan, made him look like a badly plucked chicken in a silver foil nappy. On top of everything, his escape bid had almost knocked him senseless.
It was his junior captor who was also responsible for this bid for freedom. As soon as Ivan had dropped the knife and fled, the private investigator had made every effort to work his wrists free from the rope bindings. Desperation drove him, fuelled by a fear that failure would see him meet a gruesome end. It had taken a while, and left him with a badly skinned right hand, but eventually he had done it. Vernon’s next challenge had been to swing and stretch until his fingertips brushed the knife handle ever closer across the floor. Laughing deliriously to himself once he had grabbed it, he reached up with all his might and attempted to cut the rope. Success sent him crashing head first to the floor. He had narrowly missed the trough, hitting the concrete instead. As a result, he went on to haul himself from the pit in a traumatised daze. Too weak to speak, Vernon had blinked in the late light and tottered towards the house. He had heard the back door opening, but that wasn’t what persuaded him to stumble sideways in the direction of the French windows.
It was the sight of the little angel watching him from behind the glass.
This blue-eyed girl with blonde ringlets had beamed at Vernon, entrancing him. Having been through hell, it was a glimpse of heaven that drew him closer. At the window he sank to his knees, and pressed his palms to the glass where she had pressed hers.
‘Save me,’ he croaked, and mustered a smile as she giggled and chattered at him. Just then, the vision before Vernon represented everything that was good with the world, and all that he had missed. If he survived this ordeal, he thought to himself, he would change. Work had already cost him one marriage and the chance to start a family. That couldn’t be allowed to happen again. Life was too precious, as this sweet baby kept saying in his head, over and over again. Dimly, Vernon was aware of some people at the table behind her, but in his mindset this apparition was all that mattered. She practically glowed, which was mostly down to the fact that Vernon’s blood pressure was all over the place and it had left him with tunnel vision. ‘Take me home,’ he added, and promptly began to weep. ‘Show me the way. I’m ready!’
In response, the little girl patted at the window with both hands. The private investigator let his head slump against the glass. By now, his tears were falling freely. At the same time, he heard startled voices from inside the kitchen, along with the scraping of chairs. He was also aware of activity spilling out of the shed but nothing could move him from that moment. Vernon English lifted his eyes, found the little girl looking over him, and just then it felt like a blessing.
Titus Savage was as surprised as everyone else to see the central ingredient at the window. As soon as Vernon came to his attention, he kicked back his chair and rose to his feet.
‘Ivan,’ he muttered under his breath, before repeating his name at full volume.
‘What’s he done now?’ asked Sasha, who turned to face the French windows. ‘Oh.’
Angelica was quick to pluck her youngest daughter away, as if the man on the other side of the glass might harm her.
‘Unless Ivan’s planning on a surprise barbeque,’ she hissed at her husband, ‘you really need to get that man indoors.’
Titus didn’t need to be told. He hauled open the French windows, slipped his hands under Vernon’s arms and then dragged him over the threshold. At the same time, Ivan rushed breathlessly onto the patio behind him.
‘Is this a feast?’ asked Titus angrily. ‘Or a fiasco?’
Ivan glared at the man his father was now supporting.
‘He’d better taste good,’ the boy muttered. ‘All the trouble he’s caused.’
Vernon turned to Titus, who was practically holding him upright.
‘I eat a lot of junk food,’ he said, sounding faintly delirious now. ‘That can’t be good for you.’
‘You’ll be fine as a one-off,’ said Titus, sounding clipped. ‘So long as you’re part of a balanced diet.’
As he spoke, Oleg shuffled in from the patio. It had taken him all this time to join his family. Sasha was quick to find her grandfather a chair, which he accepted gratefully.
‘So,’ he said, and turned his attention to Titus. ‘We got a live one, eh?’
‘Not for much longer,’ growled Ivan, and crossed the kitchen for the knife rack. ‘I won’t let you down this time, Dad,’ he said, and reached for the largest blade.
Vernon squeaked like a cornered mouse, and fainted backwards. Titus caught him as he fell, and glowered at his son.
‘At least he won’t see it coming,’ he said as Ivan approached with the knife raised in both hands. ‘Just get it right this time. I’ve been working up an appetite all day.’
Outside the Savage residence, as stars began to prick the sky, Jack Greenway pressed the doorbell and then took a step back. He glanced over his shoulder. Across the street, standing in the park, the young woman he had come here to impress watched intently.
Man, he thought to himself, Amanda was sex on legs. It was a shame she had a screw loose, but he could live with that. All he had to do was spend a few minutes inside the house. So long as he left in a hurry, it would be easy to convince her that he had murdered a meat eater. Just to be sure, he had picked up a vial of fake blood from the joke section of the local toy store. On leaving, he’d dip behind Mr Savage’s 4x4 and flick it over his chinos or something. It would be enough to convince Amanda that he had carried out her wishes. He’d also have to ditch his trousers, which Jack hoped would happen in her company.
‘See you on the other side,’ he said quietly, and offered her a wave.
Amanda responded with a scowl, having ordered him not to draw attention to her, and faced the other way. Jack turned back to the door. The Savages were definitely at home. He’d heard some activity inside before ringing, only now it had gone silent. He reached for the doorbell again. Before he could press it, however, the front door opened up.
‘You again?’ It was Ivan. Sasha’s kid brother. Immediately Jack remembered the stunt the boy had pulled with the camomile tea and reminded himself that he wasn’t here for payback. He forced a cheery smile. Ivan responded by flattening his lips. ‘We’re busy,’ he said, and moved to close the door.
Jack responded by placing his foot in the boy’s way.
‘I have something for Sasha,’ he said, and produced her earring. ‘She left it in my car the other day.’
For a second time, Ivan tried to close the door. He did so with such force that Jack was moved to push back to stop his foot from being crushed. At the same time, he heard urgent whispers from the kitchen.
‘She isn’t here,’ said Ivan, glaring at him. ‘I’m home alone.’
All of a sudden, Jack began to worry that his simple plan was falling apart. He only needed a very short time inside the house, only now he couldn’t get beyond the threshold. Mindful that Amanda would be watching from a distance, Jack took it upon himself to barge past Ivan and into the hallway.
‘Look, I know you have a special meal on this evening,’ said Jack pleadingly, and clicked the door shut. ‘This really won’t take a moment.’
‘But you can’t—’
Before Ivan could protest further, Jack turned and hurried into the kitchen. There, he found Sasha helping her mother at the counter while her grandfather played with little Katya in the high chair.
‘Jack!’ Sasha sounded a little tense as she turned to greet him. ‘What a surprise.’
‘I hope I’m not interrupting,’ he said, and opened his palm to show her the earring. ‘I just wanted to return this.’
‘Oh, thanks.’ Sasha snatched it from his hand. She looked at him expectantly. ‘Bye, then.’
So far, Jack calculated that he had been inside the house for all of thirty seconds. It wouldn’t be enough to convince Amanda. He needed several more minutes at least.
‘So,’ he said. ‘You’re entertaining?’
‘Any time now,’ she told him, nodding.
Jack looked over Sasha’s shoulder. He found her mother and grandfather looking at him nervously.
‘Impressive spread,’ he said, and nodded at the side dishes on the counter. ‘What’s on the menu?’
Sasha looked lost for words, which Jack found curious. She turned to Oleg, as if seeking some kind of prompt, who in turn faced Angelica.
‘It’s a surprise,’ she said weakly.
Her explanation hung in the air. Jack looked back at Sasha, and wondered if she was about to be sick. It was then that she glanced around him, just for a moment, but with such tension in her manner that Jack couldn’t resist turning to look for himself.
It wasn’t the fact that Titus Savage was hiding behind the kitchen door that persuaded Jack to yelp in shock and horror. It was the bald and battered figure swaddled in kitchen foil. The one Titus was struggling to restrain with one hand clamped across the man’s mouth.
‘Well, hello again, young man!’ said Titus, as if this was just a regular get-together, only to grimace in pain as the bald guy chomped into his fingers. With a roar, he released his grip to nurse his hand.
‘Don’t let them eat me!’ cried Vernon, and threw himself upon Jack. All of a sudden, the stunned young man found himself smothered and pinned to the butcher’s block. ‘I don’t want to be dinner!’
‘Get off me!’ cried Jack, and tried in vain to push him away. ‘You’re freaks! All of you!’
‘Hey!’ growled Ivan, who had been watching from the hallway. ‘This is our house. Have some respect!’
From underneath Vernon, who had him in a desperate bear hug, Jack glared at Sasha. ‘I always thought there was something weird about you and your family!’ he snarled, his face contorted with shock and anger. ‘Now I know I was right!’
Sasha had been trying in vain to haul Vernon off her ex-boyfriend. When she heard this, however, she let go and took a step away.
‘I really thought I’d lucked out when you first showed an interest in me, Jack. You’re at the top of every girl’s list. You’re good looking—’
‘Thanks,’ Jack said through gritted teeth, still fighting to push the man off him.
Sasha glared at him for interrupting, amazed at the same time that he would even acknowledge her under the circumstances, and then continued with what she had to say.
‘Above all, I admired the fact that you called all the shots about the food you eat. That really sold you to me, but then the whole preaching thing kicked in. It might leave you with a clear conscience, Jack, but no meat-free diet can disguise the fact you’re full of crap.’
‘Got to hell,’ snarled Jack, still pinned to the block. ‘And take this lunatic with you!’
Sasha turned to her father.
‘Jack dumped me for a vegan,’ she told him. ‘Only he never had the courage to be upfront about it.’
‘Is that true?’ Titus focused on Jack, seemingly unconcerned by the gibbering weight on top of him. By now, Vernon had clamped his hands around Jack’s wrists. Nose to nose, he was pleading with him incomprehensibly. ‘You ditched my daughter for a … for a herbivore?’
‘Someone has to think of their figure!’ Once again, Jack attempted to push the sobbing madman away. It was then he remembered that the girl who had seduced him into coming here was watching from the park. ‘Amanda, call the police!’ he bellowed at the top of his voice, hoping she’d be within earshot. Immediately, Angelica rushed to close the French windows to seal in the noise. ‘Call the police, Amanda!’
With one almighty heave, Jack finally succeeded in pushing Vernon aside. The private investigator stumbled backwards, regained his footing and looked around as if expecting another assault. For a moment, nobody moved. Then a noise built in Vernon’s throat. At first, it sounded like a whimper, but slowly grew into a growl and finally a battle cry. Then, without further warning, he scrambled over the kitchen table and charged for the French windows. He was out on the patio before the first shard hit the floor, only to stumble and crash onto his belly. With a thud, the crown of Vernon’s shaved head hit a pottery plant pot.
‘Let him go,’ muttered Titus. ‘The man deserves some breaks in life.’
Hearing this, Angelica faced her husband. He nodded in response, as if some unspoken exchange between them had just determined the fate of the family. It was then that all eyes turned to Jack. This time, every single member of the Savage household, including baby Kat, stared at him balefully.
‘What?’ he asked, shrinking from their gaze. ‘Sasha, tell them to back off! Even if you’re mad at me because I didn’t tell you we were finished, this is outright intimidation.’ Jack took a step away, only to find himself backed against the butcher’s block.
‘Your comment just then,’ said Sasha quietly. ‘Are you suggesting I’m fat?’
‘I never said that!’ Jack looked around, but found no support from her family. He held out his hands. ‘You’re not fat, Sasha … not yet.’
‘Here we go again,’ said Ivan with a sigh. ‘Another attack on meat eaters.’
‘You’re all crazy,’ Jack spat back, frantic now, and glowered at Sasha once more. ‘I should’ve dumped you after our dinner date!’
To his surprise, Sasha smiled to herself and nodded.
‘You might have helped me see the light as a vegetarian,’ she said, sounding strikingly calm. ‘But right now what I need is comfort food.’
‘Look, just let me go and you can all get back to your supper.’
‘That won’t be possible,’ said Titus calmly, and nodded at Ivan. ‘If you leave now,’ he added, as the boy produced the knife once again, ‘we’ll have no main course.’
‘Jack has been trying to turn vegan,’ Ivan pointed out, like this might be a problem. ‘And there’s no time to properly prepare him.’
Titus didn’t once let his gaze slip. If anything, his eyes slowly narrowed. Such was the overwhelming menace in his glare that Jack just froze and whimpered.
‘Think of him as corn fed,’ he said, and stood aside for his son. ‘Corn fed and rustic.’
Amanda Dias heard the cry for help. She had been sitting on the park bench at the time. At first, she chose to ignore it. If Jack Greenway had attempted to carry out a killing, she wanted no part of it if something had gone wrong. Instead, she clasped her hands and focused on the ducks settling in the twilight.
There was something delicious about this moment, she thought to herself. That somebody would commit the ultimate crime for a cause she believed in passionately left her feeling so powerful. Amanda was beyond the law here. Untouchable. The cops would catch up with Jack, of course, and he could protest all he liked that she had set him up to force food ethics onto the agenda. It would never wash in court. There was no evidence beyond his word. Amanda had been sure to check it out, hypothetically, of course, which proved simple as Daddy was a barrister.
A moment later, Amanda heard the sound of tinkling glass. It came from the direction of the house. Her first thought was to walk away. The noise caused several dogs in the neighbourhood to kick off, but after a moment the hum of the city spread out below the park returned a sense of normality. She folded her coat against the evening chill, glanced at her watch and waited. From what Jack had told her of the Savage family, they didn’t care what meat went into their mouths. If he truly shared her belief that a slaying of this nature would ultimately force people to think about the food that they ate, then the head of the household was a legitimate target. Titus Savage wouldn’t be able to defend himself from such a surprise attack. Not like the hunters of old. Those who depended on flesh for their survival.
So, when Jack failed to emerge, her curiosity began to rise. In the back of her mind, Amanda wondered whether he had made up with his ex-girlfriend. He was certainly taking his time in leaving. Of course, she couldn’t care less about that, she told herself, though the thought that a boy would choose someone else over her finally prompted her to rise from the bench and find out for herself. She knew it would be safe to take a look. Jack certainly couldn’t have stuck a knife in the guy, as he’d promised he would. Had he done so, the alarm would’ve been raised and the place swarming with police. Whatever was going on in there he’d let her down badly, Amanda decided. She’d been wasting her time.
‘Once a vegetarian,’ she muttered bitterly, ‘always a vegetarian.’
Amanda walked past the house three times before she dared to venture onto the drive. The lights were on, and she could clearly hear activity inside. There was certainly some cooking going on because the hob extractor was blowing at full tilt. Immediately, she figured they had invited Jack for a bite to eat. Given how easily he had abandoned his pledge to kill a man, no doubt he had thrown away everything and was enjoying some beef, pork or chicken. Feeling let down, betrayed and angry, Amanda headed for the passage around the side of the house. All she wanted to do was peek inside. Just to confirm that she’d been dealing with a creep.
It was the sight of the flabby-looking man face down and bleeding on the patio that caused her to freeze. At first she thought he was drunk, judging by the way he was groaning, but the silver foil pants just foxed her. Was this some kind of stag night, she thought to herself, and then dared to peer around the corner of the house. She could hear a lot of noise from the kitchen, like dogs competing to wolf down the last few kibbles from a bowl. Crouching at the drainpipe, she saw the broken glass from the French windows. Then, very slowly, she turned to focus on the interior.
‘Oh … wow,’ she whispered to herself after a moment. Her eyes began to widen, her face illuminated from the kitchen as she emerged from her hiding place. Without a doubt, this was an atrocity she was witnessing, but in her mind it took things even further than she had ever imagined. In a stroke, she had stumbled on the only way to eat meat with a clear conscience. The realisation hit her so suddenly that it felt as if her life’s work had been leading to this moment. Amanda smiled, rising to her feet to face the diners inside. For she had arrived, as darkness closed in, to witness humans turn upon their own kind. A woman stood at the hob, flash frying thin steaks that had come straight from source thanks to the bald-headed figure carving expertly in the background. As for what was left of Jack, splayed out over the butcher’s block, he looked as if he might have died of fright. Still, no animals had suffered for their supper here. Not the innocent kind. The flesh on the plates was fair game. It was, she realised, on drawing ever closer to the broken window, the ultimate in ethical eating.
Just then, one of the family members picked up on her presence. It was the girl that had accompanied Jack to the talk. She seemed different in this light, thought Amanda, and not in a bad way. In fact, the whole family looked to be the sort of people she wanted to know better.
‘What is it like?’ she asked them.
Such was Amanda’s expression of wonder that nobody looked at all threatened by her presence. If anything, they looked transported to another dimension by the food they were eating here.
‘Bacon,’ said the girl between mouthfuls. ‘The best you ever tasted.’
‘May I join you?’ Amanda Dias waited for her response, entranced by what she had discovered, before carefully making her way across the glass shards that covered the threshold.