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Dead Tomorrow

Dead Tomorrow

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Autoren: Peter James
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meatballs, darling?’
    ‘Yeah, right,’ Caitlin said sleepily, without looking up, as if her mother was offering her poison.
    ‘We’re just passing IKEA–we could stop.’
    She worked the keypad for some moments, then said, ‘They wouldn’t be open now.’
    ‘It’s only quarter to eight. I think they’re open until ten.’
    ‘Meatballs? Yuck. Do you want to poison me or something?’
    ‘Remember when we came here in April, to get the stuff for your room? We had some then and you really enjoyed them.’
    ‘I read about meatballs on the Net,’ Caitlin said, suddenly becoming animated. ‘They’re full of fat and crap. You know, some meatballs–they’ve even got bits of bone and hooves in. It’s like some burgers–they literally put the whole cow in a crushing machine. Like, everything, right? The head, skin, intestines. That way they can say it is pure beef.’
    ‘Not IKEA’s.’
    ‘Yeah, I forgot, you worship at the altar of IKEA. Like their stuff is blessed by some Nordic god.’
    Lynn smiled, reached out ahand and touched her daughter’s wrist. ‘It would be better than the hospital food.’
    ‘Yeah, well, don’t worry. I’m not going to eat anything while I’m in that fucking place.’ She tapped her keypad again. ‘Anyhow, we just ate supper.’
    ‘I ate, darling. You didn’t touch your food.’
    ‘Whatever.’ She texted some more. Then she said, ‘Actually, that’s not true. I had some yoghurt.’ She yawned.
    Lynn halted the Peugeot at traffic lights, removed her hand for a moment to put the gear lever into neutral, then put it back again on Caitlin’s wrist. ‘You must eat something tonight.’
    ‘What’s the point?’
    ‘To keep up your strength.’
    ‘I’m being strong.’
    She squeezed her daughter’s wrist, but there was no response. Then she dug the map out of the door pocket and briefly checked it. The exhaust pipe banged on the underside of the car as the engine idled. The lights turned green. She jammed the map back into the pocket, wrenched the sticky gear lever into first and let out the clutch.
    ‘How are you feeling?’
    ‘I’m scared. And I’m so tired.’
    Following the traffic, she changed gear again, then up into third, and squeezed Caitlin’s wrist once more.
    ‘You’re going to be fine, darling. You are in the best possible hands.’
    ‘Luke’s been on the Internet. He just texted me. He said that nine out of ten people on the liver transplant waiting list in the USA die before they get one. That three people die every day in the UK waiting for a transplant. And there’s 140,000 people in the USA and Europe waiting for transplants.’
    In her fury, Lynn did not noticethe brake lights on the vehicles ahead were glowing and she had to stamp on the brakes, locking up the front wheel to avoid rear-ending a van. The Internet! she thought. Sod the fucking Internet. Sod that jerk, Luke. Has that brainless twerp not got anything better to do than spook my daughter?
    ‘Luke’s wrong,’ she said. ‘I discussed it with Dr Hunter earlier. It’s just not true. What happens is that some very sick people get put on the waiting list far too late. But that’s not your situation.’
    She tried to think of something else to say that would not sound patronizing. But her mind was suddenly a blank. The consultant, Dr Granger, had said they would try to get her a priority position on the waiting list. But, equally candidly, he’d said that he could not guarantee it. And there was the added problem of Caitlin’s blood group.
    She drove on in silence, to the sound of the steady click-click-click of Caitlin’s phone keys and the occasional ping-ping of an incoming text.
    ‘Do you want some music on, darling?’ she said finally.
    ‘Not the crap stuff that you have in this car,’ Caitlin retorted, but at least she said it good-humouredly.
    ‘Why don’t you try to find something on the radio?’
    ‘Whatever.’ Caitlin leaned forward and switched the radio on. An old Scissor Sisters song was playing: ‘I don’t feel like dancin’’.
    ‘That’s me,’ Caitlin said. ‘No dancing today.’
    Lynn gave her a wry smile. In the sudden flare of a street light, a thin, scared ghost in the passenger seat smiled wistfully back.

16
    ‘Well, well, guess who’s here! And you’ve even beaten the blowflies to this one!’ Roy Grace said, as, followed by DI Mantle, he walked past the scene guard at the bottomof the gangway and reluctantly acknowledged the

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