Page 39 of The Soulmate

It was obvious that the person on the other end of the phone was not happy, which was odd. What kind of person would get angry about someone wanting toreturntheir money?

‘I’m sorry you feel that way,’ Max said finally, ‘but I’ve already decided. The money will be transferred back into your account at the end of the month.’

Max ended the call and looked out over the pool and gardens. I crept from the room and acted as if I’d just arrived home.

‘Max?’ I called.

Max was in the same spot on the patio, but when he heard my voice he turned around. ‘Hello.’

‘You’re home early!’

He came inside and greeted me with the customary perfunctory kiss. It was one of those small marital rituals that always brought me immense pleasure. We went to the kitchen, and I opened a bottle of wine.

‘So why are you home at this hour?’ I asked, pushing Max’s glass across the counter to him.

Max lifted his glass and touched it to mine. ‘Just had a few phone calls to make, so I decided to make them from here. Nothing for you to worry about.’

The truth was, I knew what kind of person Max would want to return money to: one of those shady investors. Someone crooked. The kind of investor Max might have turned to when he was desperate, but someone he would definitely want off his books now.

Still, as long as Max wasn’t talking to a secret lover, I was going to take his advice and not worry about it.

‘All right,’ I said. ‘I won’t.’

35

PIPPA

NOW

‘Why don’t we go out for an early dinner?’ Gabe suggests.

He looks weary. It’s 4 pm and we’re standing in the kitchen. The girls have been home, as they don’t go to preschool on Wednesdays, and Gabe has had a full schedule of imaginative play, craft and baking.

‘Sure,’ I say.

After lunch with Kat and Mei yesterday, I’d told Gabe that Mei had figured out it was Amanda on the cliff, but I didn’t tell him of her suspicion that it wasn’t a coincidence. I was still shocked that Mei could think Gabe could be guilty of something. Particularly since, this time, he was the one protecting me.

We arrive at The Pantry half an hour later. The after-school rush is over but it’s still too early for most people to be thinking of dinner, so it’s just us and an older couple sharing a fancy-looking ice-cream sundae. The girls look at them enviously.

‘Why are they allowed ice cream before dinner?’ Asha demands.

‘I told them they could,’ Dev says, appearing like a hero before Asha has a meltdown, ‘but only if they eat a bowl of brussels sprouts immediately afterwards. Would you girls like the same deal?’

The girls look appalled and quickly move on from the ice cream, instead focusing on the coloured pencils and paper that Dev has placed on the table.

‘What can I get you?’ Dev asks us.

Gabe and I order a bottle of wine, apple juice for the girls, and a bowl of chips to get us started. As Dev writes down the order, I think again of my visit to The Pantry the day before and what Mei had said.I don’t believe it was a coincidence.

‘Your mother told me that you handle wills and estates,’ Dev says, as he tucks his notebook back into his apron. ‘I’ve been meaning to do a will. Are you taking new clients?’

‘Of course,’ I say. ‘Give me a call.’

Dev leaves us and returns gratifyingly quickly with the chips. Then, as the girls focus on their colouring, Gabe and I enjoy a few moments of precious silence. For the first time in twenty-four hours my mind feels blank. Numb. Under the circumstances, it’s the best I can hope for.

‘What happened to the woman who was outside our house?’ Asha says out of nowhere.

Her voice is loud in the quiet cafe. Her eyes are on her drawing.