The Likeness

“He wouldn’t even let us move the knife,” Justin said. “It was there the whole time we were playing cards. I had my back to the kitchen and I swear I could feel it behind me, like something out of Poe, or the Jacobeans. Rafe was across from me, and he kept doing this little jump and blink, like a tic-”

Rafe threw him an incredulous grimace. “I did not.”

“You did. You were twitching, every minute, like clockwork. It looked exactly like you had seen something terrifying over my shoulder, and every time you did it I was too afraid to turn around in case the knife was hanging there in midair, glowing or throbbing or I don’t know what-”

“Oh, for God’s sake. Bloody Lady Macbeth-”

“Jesus,” I said suddenly. “The knife. Is it still-I mean, have we been eating with…” I flipped a hand vaguely towards the kitchen, then shoved a knuckle in my mouth and bit down. I wasn’t faking; the thought of every meal I’d eaten here streaked with invisible traces of Lexie’s blood did slow somersaults across my mind.

“No,” Abby said quickly. “God, no. Daniel got rid of it. After we’d all gone to bed, or anyway to our bedrooms-”

“Good night, Mary Ellen,” said Rafe. “Good night, Jim Bob. Sleep tight. Jesus.”

“-he went straight down again-I heard him on the stairs. I don’t know exactly what he did down there, but next morning the clocks were back to normal, the sink was spotless, the kitchen floor was clean-it looked like it had been scrubbed, the whole thing, not just that one patch. The shoes, Daniel’s and Justin’s that they’d left on the patio, they were in the coat closet and they were clean too-not squeaky clean, just the way we always do them-and dry, like he’d put them by the fire. The clothes were all ironed and folded, and the knife was gone.”

“What one was it?” I asked, a little shakily, around my knuckle.

“It was just one of those manky old steak knives with the wooden handles,” Abby said gently. “It’s OK, Lex. It’s gone.”

“I don’t want it to be in the house,” I said.

“I know. Me neither. I’m pretty sure Daniel got rid of it, though. I’m not positive how many we had to start with, but I heard the front door, so I figure he must have been taking it outside.”

“Where to? I don’t want it in the garden either. I don’t want it anywhere around.” My voice was shaking harder. Frank, somewhere, listening and whispering, Go girl go.

Abby shook her head. “I’m not sure. He was gone a few minutes, and I don’t think he’d have left it in the grounds, but do you want me to ask? I can tell him to move it if it’s anywhere nearby.”

I twitched one shoulder. “Whatever. Yeah, I guess. Tell him.” Daniel would never in a million years do it, but I had to go through the motions, and he would have a lot of fun leading surveillance on wild-goose chases; if things ever got that far.

“I didn’t even hear him go downstairs,” Justin said. “I was… Christ. I don’t even want to think about it. I was sitting on the edge of my bed with the lights out, rocking. All through the card game I wanted to get away so badly I could have screamed, I just wanted to be by myself, but as soon as I was, it was even worse. The house kept creaking-all that wind and rain-but I swear to God it sounded exactly like you were moving around upstairs, getting ready for bed. Once”-he swallowed, jaw muscles clenching-“once I heard you humming. ‘Black Velvet Band,’ of all things. It was that clear. I wanted to-If I look out my window I can see whether your light is on, it shines onto the lawn, and I wanted to check, just to reassure myself-oh God, I don’t mean reassure, you know what I mean-but I couldn’t. I couldn’t make myself stand up. I was absolutely positive that if I pulled that curtain I would see your light on the grass. And then what? Then what could I do?”

He was shaking. “Justin,” Abby said gently. “It’s OK.”

Justin pressed his fingers across his mouth, hard, and took a deep breath. “Well,” he said. “Anyway. Daniel could have been thundering up and down those stairs and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

“I heard him,” Rafe said. “I think I heard every single thing for a mile around, that night; even the tiniest noise somewhere down at the bottom of the garden practically made me jump out of my skin. The joy of criminal activity is that it gives you ears like a bat’s.” He shook his smoke packet, tossed it into the fireplace-Justin opened his mouth automatically and then closed it again-and took Abby’s off the coffee table. “Some of it made for very interesting listening.”

Abby’s eyebrows went up. She stuck her needle carefully into a hem, put the doll down and gave Rafe a long cool look. “Do you really want to go there?” she inquired. “Because I can’t stop you, but if I were you I’d think very, very hard before I opened that particular Pandora’s box.”

There was a long, fizzing silence. Abby folded her hands in her lap and watched Rafe calmly.

“I was drunk,” Rafe said, suddenly and sharply, into the silence. “Banjoed.”

After a second Justin said, to the coffee table, “You weren’t that drunk.”