One Night Only (179 page)

“
Y
ou
r
neighbou
r
ha
s
bee
n
i
n
a
n
accident,
”
h
e
said. “
W
e
ar
e
tryin
g
t
o
contac
t
he
r
husband
.
D
o
yo
u
know wher
e
w
e
ca
n
fin
d
him?
”

“Wha
t
sor
t
o
f
accident?
”
aske
d
Poll
y
.
Sh
e
wa
s
physical
l
y
shake
n
no
w
.
Gin
a
ha
d
bee
n
i
n
suc
h
a
ba
d
wa
y
earlie
r
.
Wha
t
o
n
eart
h
ha
d
happene
d
t
o
he
r
now
?

“
W
e
nee
d
t
o
tal
k
t
o
he
r
husband,
”
sai
d
th
e
ma
n
again.
“The
y
.
.
.
h
e
.
.
.
look
,
I’v
e
bee
n
wit
h
Gin
a
al
l
weekend.
He
r
husban
d
ha
s
lef
t
he
r
.
The
y
ar
e
n
o
longe
r
togethe
r
.
The
y
ar
e
.
.
.
well
,
the
y
ha
d
a
n
argument
.
A
seriou
s
one. H
e
left
.
I
nee
d
t
o
kno
w
wha
t
i
s
goin
g
on
.
I
s
sh
e
okay
?

Where
’
s
Danny?
”

“Mr
s
Humphrie
s
wa
s
involve
d
i
n
a
crash
.
Sh
e
appears t
o
hav
e
los
t
contro
l
o
n
a
ben
d
an
d
hi
t
a
ston
e
wall
.
She
ha
s
bee
n
seriousl
y
injured.
”

Poll
y
gaspe
d
an
d
fel
t
he
r
leg
s
weake
n
beneat
h
he
r
.
“Oh
m
y
God
!
Danny
!
I
s
h
e
okay?
”

“He
’
s
bein
g
treate
d
a
t
th
e
hospita
l –
h
e
ha
d
some
injuries
.
W
e
nee
d
t
o
infor
m
he
r
husban
d
wh
o
i
s
he
r
next o
f
kin
,
estrange
d
o
r
not
.
Ca
n
yo
u
hel
p
u
s
trac
e
him?
”

Polly
’
s
min
d
wa
s
a
muddle
.
Sh
e
didn
’
t
wan
t
t
o
find
T
revo
r
.
Sh
e
wante
d
t
o
ge
t
t
o
Gin
a
an
d
Dann
y
righ
t
awa
y
.
Bu
t
th
e
polic
e
di
d
hav
e
a
righ
t
t
o
kno
w
,
sh
e
supposed
.

“
I
thin
k
.
.
.
h
e
.
.
.
”

Sh
e
though
t
o
f
hi
m
tucke
d
u
p
i
n
hi
s
lover
’
s
home, stinkin
g
o
f
alcohol
,
wit
h
th
e
pai
n
o
f
Gina
’
s
fac
e
wher
e
he hi
t
he
r
stil
l
probabl
y
throbbin
g
o
n
hi
s
fist
.

“
I
don
’
t
kno
w
wher
e
h
e
wen
t
whe
n
h
e
lef
t
.
.
.
bu
t
his
mothe
r
live
s
i
n
th
e
nex
t
town
.
I
don
’
t
kno
w
he
r
nam
e
or wher
e
exactl
y
.
Gina
’
s
famil
y
ar
e
al
l
i
n
Dublin
.
Thei
r
name
i
s
Kell
y
.
”

Th
e
policema
n
pulle
d
a
noteboo
k
fro
m
hi
s
pocke
t
and mad
e
a
fe
w
notes
,
the
n
aske
d
Poll
y
fo
r
he
r
ow
n
nam
e
and phon
e
numbe
r
an
d
jotte
d
the
m
dow
n
also
.

A
s
th
e
policema
n
nodde
d
an
d
turne
d
awa
y
,
Poll
y
raced bac
k
insid
e
he
r
ow
n
fron
t
doo
r
an
d
calle
d
fo
r
James
.
As
th
e
childre
n
burs
t
ou
t
o
f
th
e
livin
g
room
,
sh
e
grabbe
d
her jacke
t
an
d
handbag
,
an
d
scoope
d
he
r
key
s
u
p
fro
m
where
sh
e
ha
d
lef
t
the
m
o
n
th
e
hal
l
tabl
e
earlie
r
.

“Mum
,
what
’
s
happened?
”
sai
d
Frankie
,
al
l
agog
.

Jame
s
wa
s
o
n
hi
s
wa
y
dow
n
th
e
stair
s
no
w
.
H
e
ha
d
been
i
n
th
e
showe
r
an
d
ha
d
misse
d
th
e
arriva
l
o
f
th
e
polic
e
next doo
r
.