Prime Deception (29 page)

Just go home.

Charles decided to do as Laurie wanted. He himself was weary as the adrenalin began to leave his veins, reminding his body of the extent of sleep deprivation it had been forced to endure. He needed the release which only liquor could provide.

Turning the key in the ignition, the Mercedes roared to life and Charles manoeuvred the car forward and headed home, as behind him the black cab also slid out into the night, following his journey out of the heart of the city.

Chapter Fifteen

Darkened souls

Charles drove home in a trance, his mind elsewhere as his body went through the motions of changing gears and turning the steering wheel. The fact that he had not found Laurie made his stomach churn at the fearful notion of what could have happened to her. On more than one occasion he had to suppress the urge to wretch. He continually tried to console himself with the fragile theory that Laurie was fine and now back at her apartment. Perhaps she had never really been shot, perhaps a car had backfired and she had mistaken the sound, fallen and hurt herself. It was plausible but Charles didn’t believe it for a second.

So lost was he in his thoughts, Charles failed to notice as he brought the car to a standstill on his drive that the lights within his home were now on, making the building stand apart from the other houses on the street, as it was the only one with illuminated windows. His wealthy neighbours were lost to slumber, dreaming up ways to expand their various empires or how to reign in their over-privileged children.

Standing there in suburbia, Charles questioned why he had even returned to the place which had never felt like home. He would find no rest within its walls, no solace in the arms of his wife. He needed to be with Laurie. He should have gone to her apartment, but he had earlier realised guiltily that he did not know where that was. He chastised himself for the oversight, aware that he should have endeavoured to find out months ago.

When he turned his key in the door and pushed it open, Charles finally noticed that all the downstairs lights were on.

‘Elaine?’ he called out in bemusement as he walked further into the house.

‘Honey?’ he shouted out for a second time when there was no response.

Shaking his head with confusion, Charles threw his keys onto the side board and removed his jacket. He imaged that Elaine had heard him leave and was now maddened and the lights being on was merely a precursor to her fury which she would surely unleash upon him. Normally, Charles would brace himself for the onslaught but not tonight. He was in no mood for a fight. He contemplated leaving there and then and heading to the nearest hotel for the night when a strange noise caught his attention. It sounded like a whimper.

‘Elaine?’ Charles called again, much louder this time, suddenly fearful that his wife had fallen and hurt herself and lay paralysed, waiting for his return. As much as he did not love the woman, he continued to care for her and he instinctively began to search through the various rooms on the first floor of the house.

She was not in the dining room, nor the lounge or the study. The lights were on in all of the rooms and Charles took a moment to switch each of them off as he left, before continuing with his search.

He opened the door to the kitchen, Elaine’s name upon his lips ready to be called out once more, when his mouth instead fell open in horrified shock at the sight which met him.

The kitchen was as it always had been. Dark pine units set against granite work surfaces. All the kitchen utensils were stainless steel and top of the range, yet Elaine rarely used them. The floor consisted of deep terracotta tiles which Charles had always been personally fond of, as they reminded him of a holiday he took to Italy when he was a young man.

But now there was a new, ghastly addition to the kitchen. One of the chairs from the small dinette table in the corner had been moved to the centre of the room, and upon it sat Laurie, bound and gagged.

The young girl looked up wearily at Charles, her eyes red and sore but lacking focus as though she had been drugged or had taken a severe blow to the head. Grey masking tape had been crudely strapped over her mouth, preventing any communication bar the whimpering sound which Charles had previously heard. A brown stain covered one side of her face, falling down to her coat – the remnants of the injury she had received from the gunshot. Laurie’s arms were bound behind her back and her legs were strapped to the chairlegs, rendering her completely trapped and unable to move even a fraction.

Charles felt tears prick at his eyes as he tried to overcome his shock and formulate words. He begun to run towards Laurie, to untie her, when he felt the cold cylinder of the barrel of a gun press itself against the back of his head. The Deputy Prime Minister froze and waited to be addressed by his unknown assailant.

‘Not a wise move to go and help her.’ Charles recognised the voice instantly. He turned in anger and stared at his wife, the gun now pointing between his eyes.

‘Elaine, what the hell is going on?’

Elaine Lloyd was perfectly still as she held the gun up to her husband as though she were made of stone. Her hair was immaculately styled as per usual. Her eyes were framed by fake eyelashes, her lips a dark shade of red. She bore no signs of a skirmish. Whoever had attacked Laurie, it had not been Elaine.

‘Where have you been at this late hour, sweetheart?’ There was more than a hint of mockery to Elaine’s voice as she asked the question. Frozen with uncertainty, Charles tried to gain perspective on the situation, struggling to understand what was unfolding before him.

‘Elaine, what are you doing?’ he asked, his voice now quieter, calmer. He recognised the gun she wielded in her hand. His security team had left it within his home in case of an emergency. It was usually locked away in a safe, hidden behind a portrait of a tranquil country field. Only he and his Head of Security knew the code to assess the safe, or so he had thought.

It was a handgun, shipped over from America. It boasted all of the latest technology; quick fire release and such, and operated with deadly efficiency. Charles had opted to store the gun loaded, in case when he needed it he had not the time to load the cartridge.

And now it was within Elaine’s hands. Despite her appearances as a housewife, Elaine Lloyd had grown up around guns. Her family loved nothing more than foxhunting and from a very young age, Elaine had been taught how to handle both a rifle and a shotgun. In her eagerness to keep up with her brothers, she would accompany them all out on hunts and made her first kill at the tender age of twelve. Little had her family known that they were actually training a potential killer.

On her fourteenth birthday Elaine had received the usual gifts which teenage girls are accustomed to; vinyl records of the latest bands, pretty clothes and make-up. But amongst these traditional presents was her very own rifle. Eager to use her new gift, Elaine took up pheasant, rabbit and pigeon shooting. She practiced with such regularity that she was soon a better markswoman than her brothers. Her mother lamented that it was an unladylike pursuit whilst her father beamed with pride, deep down silently pleased that, whatever mistakes his daughter made in life or wherever she ended up, she had the ability to defend herself, and if necessary, take another life.

So here Elaine Lloyd stood, gun in hand, the weight feeling familiar and comforting. She was a sharp shooter and Charles knew that even if he turned and ran there was no way that she would miss.

‘Goodness, you don’t look pleased to see me!’ Elaine remarked sarcastically.

‘Please, stop this,’ Charles pleaded helplessly, trapped beneath the aim of the gun.

Behind him, Laurie squirmed and the chair squeaked on the tiles.

‘Stop that!’ Elaine screamed, her gaze briefly glancing past her husband at the girl bound to the chair. ‘You’ll ruin my floor you little bitch!’

‘Elaine …’ Charles tried to address his wife again, attempting to fill his voice with false warmth which had clearly failed as she looked at him and scowled with contempt.

‘Just shut up!’ Tears had started to fall down Elaine’s cheeks as she yelled. For a moment a flash of hesitation crossed her features and Charles seized the opportunity.

‘Let Laurie go, she’s just a girl. Whatever is going on, we can work through this together. Nobody needs to get hurt.’ Charles tried to look Elaine directly in the eye but his gaze kept shifting to the gun in her hand, aware that it was still aimed at him.

‘Nobody needs to get hurt!’ Elaine scoffed angrily, the steely look of determination returning to her face. ‘What about me, Charles? Did you care when you were hurting me?’

‘Hurting you?’ the Deputy Prime Minister queried, bewildered.

‘Do you really think me so very stupid?’ His wife’s voice was now low and menacing.

Elaine walked past her husband, towards Laurie, and now placed the gun to the girl’s temple and relished at how she whimpered with fear.

‘Please, don’t hurt her!’ Charles begged.

Laurie could feel the cold of the metal pushing against her head with fervent intensity, no doubt leaving a mark. She imagined what would happen if Charles’ wife pulled the trigger; how her brains would splatter across the immaculate kitchen. She closed her eyes in anticipation for the end.

‘She’s done nothing wrong, let her go!’ Charles pleaded, assessing the room around him as he spoke, looking for something, anything with which he could attack his wife and gain control of the weapon she wielded.

‘I knew about the affair.’ The admission left Charles momentarily stunned. He had always assumed that Elaine was oblivious to what had transpired with Lorna. He was careful to conceal his tracks, or so he had thought.

‘Listen …’ Charles attempted to seize the opportunity to explain but his wife interrupted him.

‘How could I not have known?’ she asked, a desperate sadness creeping in to her voice.

‘You stopped loving me a long time ago, I know that, but I never thought for one minute that you would love another. That you could betray our vows like that.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Charles admittedly earnestly, hanging his head in shame.

‘I heard the whispers from your office but I didn’t want to believe them. I didn’t want to think that my husband could cheat. And then I became invisible to you so I knew it had to be true.’

‘Elaine …’ It suddenly dawned on Charles just how much damage his actions had caused to everyone within his life, but he was adamant that Laurie would not pay for his mistakes. She was innocent.

‘You’re not the only one with contacts,’ Elaine snapped angrily, still holding the gun to Laurie’s temple.

‘I hired an investigator, had him follow you around. I needed evidence and he gave it to me. You were so careless, Charles, sharing hotel rooms with the little slut. You risked everything and I went to great lengths to stop the truth coming out.’

Elaine now turned to look at Laurie, who looked up at her from behind terrified eyes like a rabbit in the middle of the road gazing into the headlights of the car which was about to drive over it, crushing its tiny body and sending its soul in to oblivion.

‘She was going to sell her story, your whore of a sister was. She was going to ruin everything Charles and I had worked for.’

‘What does that matter now?’ Charles queried, hoping to distract her and lure her away from Laurie.

‘She had to be silenced; I couldn’t let her destroy our legacy.’

‘Silenced?’ Charles echoed as the implications of the word became frighteningly apparent.

‘People will do anything for money,’ Elaine explained coldly. ‘They will drain the brake fluid from a car and then ensure that the police investigation fails to notice anything untoward.’

Bound to the chair and coloured with her own blood, Laurie silently wept. She had at last found the answer she was so desperately seeking, but it appeared that she would have to forfeit her own life in exchange. But it meant so much to her to know that Lorna had not killed herself; that she had not left her.

‘You killed her?’ Charles uttered in disbelief. ‘You killed Lorna?’

‘I personally didn’t,’ Elaine explained with inappropriate casualness. ‘Her car killed her; I just ensured that it would. She was going to the tabloids, Charles. She would have ruined everything. You would have been left with nothing.’

‘She didn’t deserve to die!’ Charles cried in anger, feeling sick at the revelation. He had been partly responsible for her death. He should have been more careful or taken more notice of Elaine and perhaps he would have seen the signs that she had known of the affair all along.

‘I did what I had to.’ There was no regret or remorse in Elaine’s voice, only cold acceptance. ‘I watched you mourn your mistress and my anger only grew. After everything I have done for you, everything I have sacrificed, how could you love her?’

‘You’ve sacrificed nothing,’ Charles spat bitterly, no longer caring if she turned the gun on him and fired, he already felt dead inside. ‘I gave you everything you’ve ever wanted; wealth, fame. You killed Lorna because you were afraid of what
you
would lose. You are nothing but a self-centred bitch who deserves to be left with nothing.’

‘Now, now Charles, watch your tone. Remember who has the gun,’ Elaine said in a patronising voice.

‘Had I known the little witch had a double,’ Elaine’s attention returned to Laurie, ‘I would have sorted her out long ago.’ She removed the gun from the girl’s temple and swiftly smacked it against her cheek, leaving a bright red mark and a bloodied nose before aiming the weapon once more at her husband.

Laurie’s face burnt from the impact, pain searing across her left cheek. She wondered if the blow had broken the bone.

‘I knew when your mood lifted that something must have happened,’ Elaine continued to explain, as Charles squirmed awkwardly beneath the barrel of the gun. ‘It didn’t take me long to uncover the source of your jubilation. Faye sings like a canary when you offer her a possible promotion. Ambition isn’t always a good thing.’

Elaine found herself smiling. She had spent months plotting how to enact revenge upon her husband for his indiscretions, whilst at the same time removing any anomalies which could usurp his position as Deputy Prime Minister. She relished how her plans were now coming into fruition. Soon it would all be over, and, in time Charles would thank her for what she did and realise just how much she loved him.