A Suitable Vengeance

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Authors: Elizabeth George
Tags: thriller, Suspense, Contemporary, Mystery
and she drove it into her palm so that it drew fresh blood. Just a drop here and there where the edges were sharpest, then a more determined flow as she increased the pressure.
    Let me tell you about swans , he had said. When they choose a mate, they choose once and for life. They learn to live in harmony together, little bird, accepting each other just the way they are. There’s a lesson in that for us all, isn’t there?
    Deborah ran her fingers over the delicate moulding that was left of Simon’s gift and wondered how she had possibly come to engage in such an act of betrayal. What possible triumph had she managed to achieve beyond a brief and blinding vengeance that had as its fountainhead his complete humiliation? And what, after all, had the frightful scene between them managed to prove at the heart of the matter? Merely that her adolescent philosophy—spouted to him so confidently at the age of seventeen—had been incapable of standing the test of a separation. I love you , she had told him. Nothing changes that. Nothing ever will . But the words hadn’t proved true. People weren’t like swans. Least of all was she.
    Deborah got to her feet, wiping at her cheeks roughly with the sleeve of her frock, uncaring if the three buttons at the wrist abraded her skin, rather hoping they would. She stumbled into the kitchen where she found a cloth to wrap round her hand. The fragment of wing she placed in a drawer. This latter she knew was fruitless activity, carried out in the ridiculous belief that the swan itself might someday be mended.
    Wondering what excuse she could make to Sidney St. James for her appearance, she went to the door where the knocking continued. Wiping her cheeks a second time, she turned the knob, trying to smile, but managing only a grimace.
    “What a mess. I’m perfectly—” Deborah faltered.
    A bizarrely clad, but nonetheless attractive, black-haired woman stood on the threshold. She held a glass of milky green liquid in her hand, and she extended it without a prefatory remark. Nonplussed, Deborah took it from her. The woman nodded sharply and walked into the flat.
    “Men are all the same.” Her voice was husky, with a regional accent she seemed to be trying to shed. She padded on bare feet to the centre of the room and continued to speak as if she and Deborah had known each other for years. “Drink it up. I go through at least five a day. It’ll make you feel a new woman, I swear it. And Christ knows, these days I need to feel like new after every—” She stopped herself and laughed, showing teeth that were extraordinarily white and even. “You know what I mean.”
    It was hard to avoid knowing exactly what the woman did mean. In a black satin negligee with voluminous folds and flounces, she was a walking advertisement for her calling in life.
    Deborah held up the glass which had been pressed upon her. “What is this?”
    A buzzer sounded, indicating the presence of someone on the street below. The woman walked to the wall and pressed the reciprocal bell for entry.
    “This place is as busy as Victoria Station.”
    She nodded to the drink, removed a card from the pocket of her dressing gown and handed it to Deborah. “Nothing but juices and vitamins, that. A few veggies thrown in. A little pick-me-up. I’ve written it all down for you. Hope you don’t mind the liberty but from the sound of today, you’ll be needing a lot of it. Drink it. Go on.” She waited until Deborah had raised the glass to her lips before sauntering to her photographs. “Very nice. This your stuff?”
    “Yes.” Deborah read the list of ingredients on the card. Nothing more harmful than cabbage, which she’d always loathed. She placed the glass on the work top and smoothed her fingers across the cloth that was wrapped round her palm. She lifted her hand to her tangled mess of hair. “I must look a sight.”
    The woman smiled. “I’m a wreck myself until after nightfall. I never bother much in the light

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