The Perfect Life by Valerie Keogh
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.8 MB
Valerie Keogh is a qualified nurse with a BA in English and an MA in American Literature. She qualified as a nurse but nowadays writes full-time. She has written two different series. The Hudson and Connolly series is based in Falmouth, UK. Nicola Connolly is a serial killer.
How far would you go to maintain the illusion of The Perfect Life?
Appearances can be deceptive…
Molly Chatwell has a beautiful house, a handsome husband, two children and a job she likes. It all seems so perfect but when her two children leave for university, she realises her life has become dull and empty. When her husband refuses to go away with her, Molly decides to go alone.
But what should have been a relaxing break turns into a nightmare.
Back at home in London, Molly tries to put it all behind her but when the police arrive at her door and tell her that a body has been found with connections to her, Molly realises that her perfect life is under threat…
Back in the bedroom, she plugged her phone in to charge and dressed quickly in her standard workday clothes of tailored black trousers, white shirt and black jacket. As a single woman, she’d been an adventurous dresser, and would think nothing of spending an hour or more putting her look together in the morning. Marriage hadn’t altered her routine much, but the arrival of the children had. Returning to work after maternity leave, she discovered the convenience of wearing a smart trouser suit. Initially, she’d matched it with a variety of coloured shirts, but one day she bought a white Armani shirt and from then on she wore one every single day.
The only variation was the jewellery she added. Today, she picked up a string of dark blue Murano beads they’d bought in Venice on their first wedding anniversary and hung them around her neck. They were heavy, went almost to her waist, and made any outfit look good.
Make-up applied with practised ease, a brush flicked through her straight auburn hair and she was ready to go. She grabbed her bag and the barely-charged phone and rushed down the stairs with one final thing to do — grab the list she’d stuck to the front of the fridge freezer. Her eyes ran down it and she swore softly.
What a stupid, stupid idea this had been!
Up till a few weeks ago, they’d had a housekeeper. Ten years before, following a succession of unsatisfactory au pairs and unreliable childcare, they’d been alerted by a friend of a friend to a woman looking for part-time work. Rebecca, an English teacher who’d taken early retirement to look after her terminally ill husband and now widowed, wanted something less onerous than teaching. Freya and Remi had taken an instant liking to the kind woman who appeared to have an endless supply of patience and good humour. She’d come on a temporary basis and stayed, running the house in her calm, unhurried way; there every day when the children came home from school, always waiting with a pot of tea ready when Molly arrived home after a stressful day at work. Rebecca had become part of the family; celebrating when Remi and Freya got the university places they’d wanted, sobbing along with Molly when first Remi, then Freya had left.
A week later, Jack insisted there was no longer a reason to have a housekeeper. ‘It’s hard to justify the expense for the two of us,’ he’d said.
Molly had looked at him, horrified. Get rid of Rebecca… he couldn’t be serious. Molly was going to argue that they both had busy, high-pressure jobs and it was a relief to come home to an organised house, the words on the tip of her tongue slipping away when she saw his troubled expression.