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.”
“When to?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
“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.
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Great conversation and characters in this. Very nice!
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