Cold as Ice (42 page)

‘What happened to them then?’

‘I didn’t see him for a while. The next time I met him out in a bar on his own I asked after his mum. He told me she was back at the farm they were renting. She was pretty ill. He
said he was waiting for her to get better then he was definitely coming back to the UK and he had inherited his dad’s house.’

‘Where – did he say?’

‘Yes, off Upper Street somewhere. I didn’t see him again until he contacted me on Facebook and I found out he was working at the college. I decided I would take a couple of courses
and it just snowballed from there.’

‘So you are friends?’

Christian shook his head. ‘Not really. I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me.’

‘Would it surprise you to know that his mother died in that remote farm outside Adelaide?’

‘Not really. How?’

‘Strangled. By the time they found her she was cocooned in spiders’ webs.’

Ebony’s face felt like it didn’t belong to her. The bite was throbbing. She raised her hands to touch the swelling on her face. She could feel the poison working.
Her ribs were in agony when she breathed. She had passed out after killing the spider – she hadn’t meant to but her instinct was to crush it in her hand. He’d beaten her
unconscious for that.

Her wrists were bound together. She must have slept. Her vision was slightly better although her face throbbed. She looked around her. The corpse he called Jenny was still hanging, mummified and
cocooned, from the hook in the ceiling. As she focused on it she could see that beneath the white web there was movement – hundreds of spiders had colonized the body.

Danielle was watching her from her place, strung up by her wrists, her legs opened and chained to anchors in the floor. There was blood dripping down to her feet. Yan was in the corner of the
room. A bottle of vodka was open beside him. Ebony looked at the photos on the walls. There were large prints of a young boy with a man. She recognized Yan from the photos.

‘My dad,’ he said, looking up. ‘The dad my mother never let me be with. She should have left me with him. I loved him. He would have looked after me. I could have nursed him
back to health when he got ill. I never saw him again after we left. She was taking me on holiday, she said, taking me away for the summer, but we never came back and I missed all those years with
my dad. Women shouldn’t have kids selfishly like that. They shouldn’t just up and leave the man who gave them that child. Women are fickle and vain and only think about themselves. They
entrap a man with their looks, cover themselves in make-up, but inside they are worse than spiders, worse than the female spider for taking what they want and then destroying the mate that gave it
to them.’

He looked at Ebony. He picked up the vodka and swigged it back. ‘Did you really think I wouldn’t know that the police would try and trap me? I’m not going to let you stop me
from finishing the game. I know that this will be my last game and I chose to end it here with you two – my last players. Danielle, you will die on my first mark . . . Ebony on my
second.’ His laughter started deep and ended in a shrill squeal that left him doubled over and breathless. ‘We are going to play the game called “tighten the noose”.’
He got to his feet slowly – with deliberate precision he then walked across to Danielle; he walked like a ballet dancer. He took every step as if he were on stage – in a
performance.

‘Ebony, you have to answer questions. If you get them wrong then I tighten the noose around Danielle’s neck.’ He took his mother’s scarf from his pocket and tied it
around Danielle’s neck, looping it twice around and taking up the slack in his fist. She twisted and thrashed against his grip as the scarf tightened around her throat.

‘Here’s the question . . . ready?’

‘Leave her alone,’ Ebony shouted out.

‘What is your worst nightmare? What do you fear most?’

‘Pain. I fear pain most.’ She couldn’t bear to see Danielle struggling to breathe.

‘Liar.’ He squeezed the scarf and twisted it around his fist.

‘Being alone.’

Yan shook his head, tutting, and gathered more of the scarf in his fist. Danielle started to lose consciousness.

‘Stop . . . stop . . . Okay – my worst nightmare is something I don’t understand. It’s dark. I hear my mother. I’m being touched . . . I feel violated, vulnerable .
. .’

He released the scarf and Danielle slumped forward and her shoulders rose and fell as she snatched the air back into her lungs. The gag was sucked into her mouth at each breath.

‘Good.’ He waited a few minutes for Danielle to recover. He turned to look at Ebony.

‘It’s all black and white with you. Did no one tell you the world is grey?’ He pulled the scarf tight around Danielle’s neck again. Her legs began to shake. Her chest
rose and collapsed. Then he released the tourniquet.

‘Second question: have you ever betrayed anyone?’

‘No.’

‘Liar. I looked you up. I found you. Wilson equals Willis. Ebony Willis – right age, right mixed-race kid from children’s homes and a fuck-up mum. I looked you up and I
thought, you know what? We have a lot in common but still you were sent to trick me and you accepted the challenge willingly.’

‘I didn’t know it was you. Please stop. No. I don’t know what you want from me. I have never betrayed anyone.’

‘What about your own mother? You arrested your own mother.’

‘I had no choice. It was my job. She killed someone. Please. Please . . . let Danielle go. We can talk . . . yes, you’re right, we have a lot in common. My mum was sick. She did
things.’ Ebony was fighting to think straight. She didn’t know what she could say to save Danielle. She would give anything to do that – even her life.

‘You betrayed her. You couldn’t wait. You hated her.’

‘Maybe.’ Ebony looked at Danielle and saw the urine run down her legs. ‘I am telling the truth.’

He released the tension on the scarf and he took off Danielle’s gag so she could breathe better. She gasped and her lungs squealed and sobs erupted from her raw throat. ‘Please.
Please, I’ve had enough; let me die,’ Danielle begged.

‘Not till I’m ready.’ He turned to Ebony. ‘Do you wish your mother were dead, Ebony?’

‘No.’

‘Yes you do.’ He snatched up the slack from the scarf.

Danielle twisted in the air and her feet beat against the floor as she tried to get oxygen and failed.

‘Yes. Yes . . . you’re right. I hate her. Please . . . please . . . Danielle doesn’t deserve it, kill me not her. Yes my mother doesn’t love me . . . is that what you
want me to say? My mother doesn’t love me. Never did and never will.’

Danielle’s legs stopped twitching and her body slumped. He pulled the scarf away and she stayed the way she was. Ebony watched helplessly. She was here to save Danielle and she had
failed.

Yan was angry with himself. ‘You did this – you made me lose concentration. You made me rush.’

He reached down and pulled Ebony to her feet and threw her over his shoulder again. Ebony started to retch. She was sick over the floor as he walked. She looked up as they were leaving the room;
Danielle was stirring, coming round. Ebony felt the hope in her return. It wasn’t too late. Yan carried on walking, almost jogging along the corridor. Ebony felt the cold air rush as she
stared at the floor beneath her. Her stomach heaved. She counted the doors, she knew the direction. She was back where she started. He opened a door and the mustiness, the heat in the room hit her.
He laid her back in the box and left her for what could have been days. She had no idea how long.

She closed her eyes inside the coffin and tried to rest. She was thinking of Micky when she heard Yan return. She heard the three locks on the coffin being undone. As her eyes adjusted she saw
him standing over her, something moving in his hands. Her eyes focused and she saw he was holding a rat; it was trying to bite him through his gloves. He held the rat one-handed as he reached into
the box and pulled her up to a sitting position by her wrists. Then he dropped the rat in the box with her.

Ebony struggled to breathe through the panic as she felt its warm body and its sharp claws scratch her as it scuttled nervously around the box. He reached in and lifted it out by the tail. He
dangled it in front of her face. It squealed as Yan pulled and twisted – dislocated its back legs. Then he dropped it back in. She watched it drag its mutilated body around the box.

Yan left her and walked to the corner of the room; she couldn’t see what he was doing but she heard the slide of a heavy glass lid being opened and the musty smell in the room intensified.
He moved slowly back towards her carrying a huge snake coiled around his arms. Its girth was as thick as a man’s leg. He carried it looped over his shoulders and across his arms, walking
slowly with the weight of it. Its head rose in the air as it smelt the room with its tongue.

‘Now this is my interpretation of a well-known classic: three blind mice. But this is one crippled rat and it isn’t the farmer’s wife coming after him, it’s my lovely
Miranda.’

Ebony breathed hard as the snake’s head appeared over the side of the box. It was watching both her and the rat.

‘Stay still – I would – because she gets very jumpy when she’s hungry. She’ll strike at anything, even me. She has scores of sharp-as-needles teeth. The wound on my
hand that you thought was made by a staple gun was actually Miranda’s teeth.’

Ebony stayed still, slowed her breathing and watched. She felt the snake’s body against her own as it dropped into the coffin with her and she sensed its tongue against her legs as it
slithered its way slowly along. The rat didn’t seem to know what was about to happen to it. It edged closer to the snake as if curious. Miranda moved across Ebony’s legs, slowly inching
its way towards the rat until their faces were almost touching and then she made her strike. She bit into the neck of the squealing rat and wrapped her coils around it as it fought to escape. Yan
didn’t move – he was watching Ebony. She could feel it – she had to play his game now if she had any chance of surviving this and helping Danielle. She turned her head away,
disgusted, and refused to look at the rat whose feet paddled in the air at the crack of its spine.

‘Please let me go, Yan. I can help you. I’ll tell them you were kind to me – please don’t kill me this way.’ Yan smiled. He was pleased to see Ebony so upset.

‘Take a good look, Ebony. Every time the rat exhales she constricts tighter; imagine her squeezing the life out of you.’ Ebony shuddered.

‘Please, Yan. Please stop this.’

She watched as Miranda opened her mouth wide and began taking the rat inside.

‘My game. My rules. I say when it’s over for you and Danielle. Stay here. Don’t move. You move and Miranda will strike.’

‘Please don’t leave me with it. Yan, please . . .’

Ebony heard his footsteps as he left. She listened to them outside the door and counted his steps. She knew he’d gone into the room where Danielle was. After a few minutes she heard the
door open again and his footsteps climbing stairs.

Ebony didn’t dare breathe as she lay listening to the cracking of the rat’s bones and the sound of a door opening to the upper floor. He was planning to kill Danielle on the next
floor of the house. If he’d left the door unlocked then Ebony could make it.

She looked back at Miranda. The rat’s body was slowly disappearing and now half of it was already jammed into Miranda’s throat. It was time to make her move. Ebony began biting the
binds on her wrist.

She looked at Miranda. The snake was watching her, but she reckoned it wouldn’t be able to spit the rat out and that gave her time to work on her bonds. Ebony wiggled her legs slowly out
of the crushing weight of Miranda’s coils and then she began working at her wrists against the sharp ends of the catches on the locks that held the coffin closed. All the time keeping her eye
on the snake’s head, she gently pushed its coils off her. Ebony knelt and applied her weight until the rope began to fray and give way.

By now only the rat’s tail was still showing from Miranda’s mouth. Ebony stepped carefully out of the box and made a circuit of the room. It was a dug-out basement area that had been
crudely extended. It had low ceilings and bare rafters, concrete floors. The basement had been used as a wine cellar at one time. It was barely lit. There were shelves still there where the wine
rested. She walked cautiously forward. There was a crudely dug pit to her left. She peered inside. It smelt of urine and earth. On the far side of the room she found Miranda’s empty tank.

Ebony moved slowly backwards away from the tank and found a sturdy metal pole, with a hook on the end – a snake hook – then she crept towards the door. She watched Miranda drop off
the side of the coffin and onto the floor.

Robbo was in his office with Jeanie, Pam and James. He sat despondently and stared at the screen. He was trying every way to reconnect with Ebony’s GPS but it was
dead.

‘Christ almighty, why isn’t it working? Come on, Ebb – talk to me.’

‘Out of range or inside a building?’ said Jeanie as she put a hand on Robbo’s shoulder. He looked up at her, exasperated.

‘I’d like to think so, Jeanie, but I think it’s more likely Hawk’s found it.’

‘We have to keep trying, Robbo. Ebb won’t give up. She’s a fighter.’

‘She’ll need to be, Jeanie.’ Robbo looked exhausted.

James stood to retrieve something from the printer.

‘I have a list of Yan’s closest friends now,’ he said to Robbo. ‘The ones he talks to most on Facebook.’ He gathered up the printed pages. ‘I have their
addresses and phone numbers.’

‘Good – start phoning, and make a list of any you can’t get hold of and I’ll send officers around there. One of them must know where he lives.’

‘Can’t we trace his address through his father and the details of the house ownership?’ Jeanie asked Pam.

Pam shook her head. ‘I’m trying but I’m having no luck so far. I don’t think he had his father’s name. I don’t think they were married.’