Chapter 60
Clare had lain in bed most of the night not sleeping, swaying between fear and panic and taking pleasure in the fact that their plan was on track. She was secure in the knowledge that Nathalie managed to get away safely.
She had seen how he had stared out of his own bedroom window straight into hers. Just in case Clare had gone to bed fully dressed in her black jogging bottoms and black hoodie. Her trainers were by her bed, she had her escape route planned.
It had been deathly silent all night, only the sound of the odd car passing through. She knew she needed sleep; she had to have her wits about her and be strong.
Finally, at five a.m. she could not lay still anymore, she slipped into her trainers and went to the window. His car was still on his drive, the house across from her was in darkness. She was unalerted to the fact that Jonathan had not slept at all. He had sat in his chair downstairs watching and waiting for any movement from her.
It took all his control to remain in his chair and not make his way to the house and put a knife right though her stomach. I’m going to get you Clare and then I’m going after that twisted twin of yours. By the time I’m finished with you both, you won’t even be recognisable let alone alive to tell the tale. He got up slowly and made his way upstairs to get ready for his early morning run. I dare you! I dare you!
Clare knew he would not deviate from his schedule, the last thing she felt like doing was going for a run and putting herself yet again at his mercy, if her instinct and Nathalie were both right, he would make his move. Don’t’ be ridiculous she told herself, he’s not going to do anything stupid out in the open! Or would he?
Nonetheless, the fear gripped her stomach like a vice; her body was breaking out into a cold sweat. She closed the door silently behind her.
“Hi there neighbour.” He shouted out from across the road. She feigned ignorance of his voice and fake cheery manner as she started to jog down the street.
She could hear the sound of a light runner behind her, he was close, she could almost feel his breath on her. The panic engulfed her. Should she run faster? Should she scream? Where could she run to? Her mind raced with terror.
Clare picked up her pace, his footsteps quickened, his hand touched her shoulder.