Revenge

Chapter 15

Connie hadn't promised to give Jacob another chance - she didn't want to make another promise she might not be able to keep - but she had promised to talk to him. Grace had agreed that that was a good plan.

But Connie had decided that she wasn't going to do anything until the morning apart from spend the rest of the evening curled up in bed watching a film with her daughter.

After the call hadn't quite gone the way he had planned, much like Connie, Jacob had decided to forget about it for the night and have a couple of beers in front of the game. Going to bed wouldn't help because all he'd do is lay awake knowing that he'd have been laying with Connie if he hadn't been such an idiot. At least the rugby would take his mind off her for a while.

Twenty minutes into the game, his phone rang. He dived across the sofa for it, hoping that it would be Connie's name he saw on the screen, but it wasn't. He looked down at the number and frowned - wasn't that the police station?

He was quick to answer the call, hoping they had some news on the Steph Simms' case. And it seemed they had. He turned the sound down on the TV with the remote and sat up straight, listening attentively to every word they had to say.

Although he was almost sure of what they were going to say next, it was still a relief to hear them say it.

"The prints on the letter belong to Peter Simms"

As soon as they'd said the words, Jacob waited impatiently for them to hang up the phone so that he could call Connie and let her know. They told him that they had also found traces of DNA belonging to Steph's brother on the letter and they were sending police officers to both of their houses to arrest them and that they would interview them both in the morning.

As soon as he had finished on the phone with the police, he dialed Connie's number.

To ensure that no one would bother them tonight, Connie had turned her phone off and left it downstairs before she had headed to Grace's room to watch a film with her. As she lay there, with her daughter happily curled up into her side, she wondered why they didn't do this more often.

Knowing that her daughter was safe and happy was the best feeling in the world. She looked down at Grace - who was too busy watching the film to notice her mother's eyes on her - and she was suddenly overcome with a feeling of pride.

She was incredibly proud of how far her daughter had come and of how well she had coped with everything. Of course, they had had their down days, but it was to be expected. She ran her hand through Grace's long, thick hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"What was that for?" Grace asked, turning to look at her mum.

"No reason," Connie smiled, pulling her daughter closer and turning her attention back to the film.

Not long after, the film had almost finished when there was a knock at the door. Grace turned to Connie, wordlessly asking who it could be at that late hour. Connie hunched her shoulders but she knew who it would be. Who else would call at that time other than Jacob?

She pulled back the covers and hopped out of bed. Grace paused the film as she watched her mother leave the room. Connie rolled her eyes as she made her way downstairs. Calling wasn't enough, he had to come round to the house too.

She wasn't going to just invite him in though, if that's what he was thinking. Did he even know what time it was? What did he think he could achieve by turning up late at night? She planned to tell him exactly where to go.

She grabbed the key from the side table and made her way over to the door. Before she could even pull the key out of the lock, the door barged open, causing a loud bang to echo through the house.