Lisa Stone - Stalker

Acknowledgements: A big thank you to my editor, Phoebe, my literary agent, Andrew, and all the team at Avon, HarperCollins.

He woke with a start. Eyes wide open and senses alert. Flat on his back.

Julie slept on beside him; blissfully unaware he was awake. She could sleep through anything, he thought thunderstorms, the neighbours dog barking, cats fighting. Out for the count. Although there were none of those noises now. It was all quiet.

Perhaps it was one of the children having a dream that had woken him? Or the urban motorbike racer? It came out of nowhere, completed a full throttle lap of the area and then disappeared back into the night. It was a pastime that seemed to be growing in popularity, according to the local newspaper and the outrage of residents. Didnt urban racers have to be up in the morning to go to work? Obviously not, Russ thought with a stab of irritation, but then how did they afford such powerful bikes? He glanced at the luminous digital display of the bedside clock radio. 2.10am. Damn. He was wide awake now.

He listened again for the noise that had woken him but the house remained quiet. Maybe it had been one of the children Jack or Phoebe having a dream and theyd now turned over and gone back to sleep? Or perhaps thered been no external stimuli and hed been jarred awake by his thoughts? Prodded to consciousness by a worry that hadnt been settled the night before. But he couldnt think of what. His mind was clear. Usually any unresolved issue or anxiety remained when he woke so his mind was already occupied with a half-formed rationale or incomplete sentence, but not now. There was nothing bothering him, apart from a vague reminder to return his mothers phone call, which he would do as soon as he had the chance. She was overdue a visit and Julie had taken her last three calls. Yet while he felt a passing guilt for neglecting his mother, it wasnt enough to have woken him.

He gazed towards the slightly parted curtains and the inky night sky beyond. No moon to wake him, no noise and he didnt need a pee. It was unlike him to wake for absolutely no reason. Hed check on the children to put his mind to rest and then try to return to sleep. Busy day at work tomorrow. He needed to be fresh and alert.

Easing back the duvet so he didnt disturb Julie, Russ noiselessly left the bed. Although their bedroom was in darkness, a small strip of light shone under their door from the night light on the landing. Plugged into the wall socket at floor level and mainly for the childrens benefit, it gave enough light if any of them needed to use the bathroom in the night without having to switch on the main landing light and risk waking the whole household. Hed check on Phoebe first; at four years old she was the most likely candidate, calling out in her sleep or not wanting to use the bathroom alone because of the monster she thought lived there.

Barefoot, Russ padded silently along the carpeted landing to her bedroom. He placed his hand on the door and was about to push it open when the ear-shattering shriek of the intruder alarm pierced the air. His heart lurched from the shock and his breath caught in his throat as the hairs stood up on his neck.

Russ? What is it? Julie cried, coming out of their bedroom.

At the same time Phoebes panicked cries came from inside her room.

Mummy! Mummy!

Mum! Dad! Jack shouted over the screech of the alarm.

Its OK, the alarms tripped out like it did before, he called back, quelling his own shock. Im going down now to switch if off. Mummy will stay with you.

Russ began downstairs, the sirens ear-piercing screech painfully deafening, as Julie went to pacify the children. He couldnt have tripped the alarm himself; it was on the night-time setting off upstairs but on downstairs and in the garage. Usually the last one to bed and first up in the morning, it was his job to change the setting and he did it automatically. Doubtless a fly or other small insect had passed by a sensor and set it off. It had happened before; a tiny spider running across the sensor or a lone fly shut in a room tripping the alarm in its frantic search for an exit. A small insect instilling panic in a house of humans!

Descending the last two stairs, he crossed to the alarm control box on the wall in the hall. The green LED bell symbol was flashing frantically, telling him the alarm had been activated. As if he didnt know! He quickly entered the five-digit code Julies birthday. Then silence wonderful, peaceful quiet although his eardrums were still buzzing and would do so for a while. Hed leave the alarm off and then check the sensors were clean tomorrow when he returned home from work. Otherwise, he was likely to spend the rest of the night in fitful sleep, bracing himself for the alarm accidentally going off again.

The hall was darker now with the alarms warning light no longer flashing. He began towards the foot of the stairs; he could hear Julies voice upstairs soothing Phoebe back to sleep. He took one step onto the staircase, and then a sharp thump on the back of his head. A cry escaped his lips, and he had a vague sensation of falling before he hit the ground. Then nothing. No sight or sound, no more thoughts; just an all-consuming darkness.

I came down and found him, Julie said, tears springing to her eyes again. The police said there were two of them working the area. Thereve been a number of similar break-ins She was on the phone to her mother-in-law, having to go through it all again, but of course shed want to know the details; Russ was her son. Yes, they levered the window in the study and were in the living room taking whatever they could find when the alarm went off, and Russ disturbed them. Pity he went down. We should have left them to take what they wanted Yes, hes home now, in bed resting Yes, four stitches Im just going to make him a cup of tea. I will. Goodbye.

She returned the handset to its cradle, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and went into the kitchen to make Russ the tea. His mother had been right when shed said it could have been worse. So much worse. Those evil men might have gone upstairs and into their bedrooms. She trembled at the possibility. Thieves knew that most women kept their jewellery in jewellery boxes in their bedroom, the police officer had said. So in that respect she supposed theyd been lucky, spared the horror of having to live with the knowledge that those monsters had been in their rooms while they slept. And in Jacks and Phoebes rooms! What if the children had woken and seen them? Would they too have been witnesses that needed silencing? She recoiled at the prospect. It didnt bear thinking about.

Neither did the possibility that they could have killed Russ when theyd hit him with the metal crowbar theyd used for levering open the study window. A life without Russ was unthinkable, as were all the other more horrendous scenarios. Although she wasnt sure these platitudes helped. She felt physically sick, weak, and couldnt stop crying. It had truly been a living nightmare.

Filling the kettle, she switched it on and then leant against the work surface as she waited for it to boil. It was only 6.30pm but in November the evening was already dark. The curtains and blinds were closed, all the lights were on, and the study window had been repaired but it still didnt feel safe.

DC Beth Mayes words rang in her head: that they needed to review their security. When it comes to break-ins, lightning often does strikes twice in the same place, sometimes more, shed said.

One house shed been called to had been burgled three times in as many months, with the burglars waiting just long enough between their visits for the goods to be replaced. A professional couple whod lost their laptops, iPads and phones three times. New-for-old insurance meant the replacements had a higher street value than the originals so why wouldnt the thieves go back?