One Night Only (163 page)

Gina
’
s
fac
e
froz
e
a
t
th
e
soun
d
o
f
a
ca
r
arrivin
g
outside.
T
revo
r
.
Sh
e
looke
d
terrifie
d
an
d
sh
e
grabbe
d
Polly
’
s
hand again
.

“It
’
s
him,
”
sh
e
said
,
he
r
botto
m
li
p
trembling
.
“He’ll kno
w
,
Polly
!
He’l
l
kno
w
I
wa
s
wit
h
anothe
r
man
!
The secon
d
h
e
look
s
a
t
m
e
h
e
wil
l
know!
”

Poll
y
fel
t
pani
c
ris
e
int
o
he
r
throat
.
Sh
e
ha
d
only spoke
n
t
o
T
revo
r
Humphrie
s
ove
r
th
e
fenc
e
o
n
occasion, whe
n
h
e
wa
s
puttin
g
ou
t
th
e
bin
s
o
r
whe
n
h
e
wa
s
getting
into
his
car
and
it
was
only
ever
a
polite
hello.
Sometimes
h
e
didn
’
t
answe
r
a
t
all
.
Sh
e
shoul
d
go
.
Sh
e
shoul
d
leave
no
w
,
shouldn
’
t
she
?

“Pleas
e
don
’
t
leav
e
me
,
Polly!
”
sai
d
Gin
a
a
s
th
e
key
turne
d
i
n
th
e
doo
r
.

Polly
’
s
hear
t
wa
s
thumpin
g
an
d
sh
e
kne
w
Gina
’
s
was too
.

“Dee
p
breaths,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
“I’
m
no
t
goin
g
anywhere.
Y
o
u
wil
l
b
e
fine
.
I’l
l
sta
y
t
o
mak
e
sure.
”

T
revo
r
entere
d
th
e
kitchen
,
whistlin
g
casuall
y
and
wearin
g
a
two
-d
ay
s
t
ubble
.
H
e
stan
k
o
f
alcoho
l
an
d
stale smok
e
an
d
hi
s
shir
t
wa
s
staine
d
wit
h
bee
r
dow
n
th
e
front
.

H
e
place
d
wha
t
looke
d
lik
e
a
boxe
d
to
y
o
n
th
e
counte
r
,
the
n
glance
d
a
t
Poll
y
bu
t
didn
’
t
acknowledg
e
he
r
.
She
couldn
’
t
speak
.
Sh
e
coul
d
se
e
th
e
twin
s
dancin
g
i
n
the sittin
g
roo
m
an
d
i
t
looke
d
lik
e
tw
o
totall
y
different world
s
wer
e
abou
t
t
o
collide
.
Sh
e
couldn
’
t
le
t
he
r
children witnes
s
this
.
Sh
e
ha
d
t
o
go
.

“Don
’
t
go
,
Poll
y
,
”
whimpere
d
Gina
.
“Please.
”

T
revo
r
Humphrie
s
raise
d
hi
s
chi
n
an
d
pointe
d
a
t
Poll
y
,
bu
t
kep
t
hi
s
eye
s
o
n
Gina
.

“
I
wan
t
t
o
tal
k
t
o
m
y
wif
e
alone,
”
h
e
said
.
Hi
s
voice
wa
s
gravell
y
an
d
matche
d
hi
s
appearanc
e
n
o
end
.

Poll
y
wante
d
t
o
screa
m
fo
r
help
.
Sh
e
wante
d
Jame
s
to burs
t
i
n
righ
t
ther
e
an
d
then
.
Sh
e
didn
’
t
kno
w
wha
t
t
o
do.
Sh
e
wante
d
t
o
go
,
bu
t
sh
e
neede
d
t
o
sta
y
.
Sh
e
ha
d
n
o
idea! Wha
t
shoul
d
sh
e
do
!

“Poll
y
.
.
.
Poll
y
i
s
jus
t
finishin
g
he
r
coffee,
”
sai
d
Gina. “
Y
ou
r
clothe
s
ar
e
packe
d
a
t
th
e
to
p
o
f
th
e
stairs
.
I
n
your suitcase
.
Y
o
u
ca
n
ge
t
the
m
an
d
the
n
go
.
No
w
.
”

“
I
wan
t
t
o
tal
k
t
o
m
y
wif
e
alone,
”
h
e
repeated
.
His
eye
s
wer
e
wil
d
an
d
h
e
breathe
d
i
n
an
d
ou
t
o
f
hi
s
nostrils. “I’
m
sur
e
Sall
y
ca
n
giv
e
u
s
som
e
space
,
can
’
t
you
,
Sally?
”

“It
’
s
Poll
y
,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
“No
t
Sall
y
,
Poll
y
.
”