Elisabeth lay on the sun lounger and tried to relax, soaking up the last of the Italian sun. She moved a strand of hair out of her face and noticed her nails. The enamel was starting to chip. She wondered if the beauty salon in the resort was any good. Then she noticed a dark line under one of them and picked at it, wiping the flakes of dried blood off on the cushion.
She sighed. It was all Paul’s fault, him and his silly possessive behaviour. If he had just let it a rest, they could’ve had a nice holiday. But no, he had to make a thing of it, didn’t he? It wasn’t her fault she was an attractive woman and other men liked to compliment her. And it wasn’t as though she would’ve gone off with the guy either; his fat paunch was enough to put any woman off. It was the same on every trip.
They only had two days left and Elisabeth wondered how long it would be before the body was discovered. At least for the moment the ‘do not disturb’ sign was working.
She watched Paul come round the pool. He looked pale, his eyes darting all over the place.
“It’s still there.” He breathed as he lay back on the sun lounger next to her.
“I told you it would be.”
“How can you be so calm?”
“How will making a fuss help?” She adjusted the sunglasses on her nose.
“I managed to change the flights.”
“Good, that’s give me enough time to get a pedicure.”
“Christ!” Paul hissed. “How can you think of that at a time like this?”
“Paul, it wasn’t me that caused this mess, you were the one that picked a fight with him!”
“He was asking for it.”
“You should learn to leave well alone, remember Portugal?”
Paul didn’t respond. She knew he wouldn’t. The police car had pulled up just as they were leaving the hotel. She wondered if they’d be so lucky this trip.