Behind A Twisted Smile (Dark Minds Book 2) by Faith Mortimer Page A

but there was something in the old saying about the shit hitting the fan…
     
     
    Chapter 12
    Two days later, my doorbell rang not long after I arrived home, and when I reluctantly looked out, Evie and Martyn were standing on the doorstep.
    Evie looked as happy and pretty as the day she and Martyn became engaged. Martyn held up a bottle of rosé wine, and I wondered briefly if it was a peace offering.
    I knew the police had interviewed him, but when I called into the station and spoke to the desk staff, the duty sergeant took me to one side and said Martyn swore he had nothing to do with the graffiti. Apparently, he had an alibi for that night. The sergeant closed the dossier on Martyn in front of me, saying they would keep it on record, but they didn’t plan on taking it further unless anything else happened.
    “Make sure you keep your doors and windows locked, especially when you’re not at home, just in case whoever paid you a visit returns. I don’t want to frighten you, but it pays to be vigilant. And if you’re going away at all, let someone know so that they can keep an eye on the place. Are you planning any holidays in the near future?”
    I said that it was a possibility and that I would let them know.
    Evie took in my trainers and shorts. “Is this a bad time? Are you about to go out, or have you just got back?”
    “Yes, I was going for a run,” I said, tugging my shorts down after realising they were a tad skimpy. Perhaps leggings would have been better.
    “Don’t let us put you off. You go for your run and we’ll make ourselves at home. There’s a series on telly, Evie and I are following. We’ll be quite happy watching that for half an hour,” said Martyn. “Okay with you, Evie?”
    “No, it’s all right. I can go later. Come in.”
    They followed me through to the sitting room, and I felt conscious of my brief shorts and Martyn’s eyes on my butt.
    While Evie and Martyn settled themselves on my sofa, I said I wouldn’t be a minute and tore upstairs to put on my tracksuit bottoms. I wondered what they wanted. Evie looked happy and cheerful, so I could only assume Martyn hadn’t said anything to her about the police.
    Fully dressed and feeling less exposed, I wandered downstairs.
    “I’ve taken the liberty of opening this and finding some glasses,” Martyn said, waving the bottle in the air. “It was a present for you, but I knew you’d want to share it with us, you being so generous. Like some?”
    I stared. Three of my best glasses were on the coffee table. I usually used my cheap Ikea ones for everyday drinking. How the hell did he know I had these crystal ones? They were a present from my grandmother, and I kept them right at the back of a deep cupboard. I set my face in what I hoped was a smile, while inside I wished I could do him a nasty injury. I wondered if thinking about a crime might actually make you guilty of one.
    Instead, I smiled. “Yes please.” He said I was generous. I could do generous. “So what’s brought you here?” I turned to Evie.
    “We haven’t seen you since the engagement and thought we’d pop in. See how you are. We enjoyed meeting Jon by the way. He seems really nice.”
    “He is.”
    “We meant it when we said perhaps we could make up a foursome.”
    I swung my head towards Martyn. Nothing would induce me to let Jon anywhere near him. I didn’t trust Martyn at all. “He’s very busy at the moment, but I’ll mention it.”
    Martyn handed us a glass of wine, and we sat sipping it in silence for what seemed like ages, until I asked them what they had been up to and whether they had made any further plans.
    “Martyn’s encouraging me to take up cycling. Don’t you think that’s cool?” Evie said.
    I did a double take. “But you hate exercise, Evie.” I couldn’t help laughing.
    She shrugged. “Well, he’s been very patient and talked me into it. I’ve treated us both to a super-lightweight bike each, and do you know, I’m actually