Oscar had never been so confused. In the past few hours he’d felt scared, betrayed, horny, then scared again, a winding road of emotions that left him nauseated.
He still loved his wife. Insane, but true. Once they got home, he’d find a good lawyer who would get her off for Dom’s murder, arguing that the recording had triggered mental impairment, or something. Oscar wouldn’t tell the police about the attack on the trail, and none of the others could prove it had happened.
But he couldn’t protect her if she hurt anyone else. And if Isla had found the deleted texts, Felicity might be in danger.
She was supposed to be outside, on watch, but on his way to the front door he spotted her in the kitchen, leaning on the bench in the shadows, both palms flat against the granite, head down.
The deafening rain dashed against the roof, an endless stream of white noise. The thunder rolled louder. The epicentre of the storm hadn’t yet passed over.
‘Hey,’ he whispered.
Felicity’s head snapped up. Her bleary eyes focused on his. ‘What do you want?’
‘We have to leave.’
‘We can’t,’ Felicity sounded drunk but was probably just exhausted. ‘No car key, remember?’
‘Isla killed Dom.’ Oscar’s voice cracked. It hadn’t felt real until he heard himself say it. ‘She tried to kill me, too. We have to warn the others.’
Felicity’s mouth fell open. ‘You think Isla killed Dom?’
‘I know she did. She told me.’
‘She what?’
‘I don’t know why she attacked me. Maybe she knows about …’ Oscar indicated to himself and her. The gesture was supposed to cover everything: the kiss at the party, the calls and texts she hadn’t returned, then her abrupt suggestion of a partner swap, which she’d even more abruptly abandoned.
Felicity just stared.
‘She’s acting like she’s forgiven me.’ Oscar thought of how loving Isla had been in the shower. ‘But I don’t know what she’ll do to you. Come on.’
He grabbed Felicity’s hand.
She shook him off. ‘I’m not going anywhere with you.’
He clenched his teeth. ‘Keep your voice down.’
Ignoring this, Felicity said, ‘I had a good life. I had a job, a car, a house, a rich husband who loved me. I made one mistake—’
Oscar flinched, and she seemed to notice.
Her lip curled. ‘You were a mistake,’ she continued, putting pressure on the bruise. ‘Why couldn’t you just let me go?’
‘I’m trying to save you.’ He reached for her hand again.
Felicity pulled it away. ‘Stop touching me!’
Over the crackling rain, he heard a faint scuffle. He sensed someone standing in the hall behind him. Watching. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled.
She’s here, he thought.