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The Day the Lies Began

Pantera Presserschienen am01.07.2019
'It seemed simple at first - folding one lie over the next. She had become expert at feathering over the cracks to ensure her life appeared the same. But inside, it didn't feel fixed.' It happened the day of the Moon Festival. It could have been left behind, they all could have moved on with their lives. But secrets have a habit of rising to the surface, especially in small towns. Two couples, four ironclad friendships, the perfect coastal holiday town. With salt-stung houses perched like lifeguards overlooking the shore, Lago Point is the scene of postcards, not crime scenes. Wife and mother Abbi, town cop Blake, schoolteacher Hannah and local doctor Will are caught in their own tangled webs of deceit. When the truth washes in to their beachside community, so do the judgements: victim, or vigilante, who will forgive, who will betray? Not all relationships survive. Nor do all residents.

Kylie Kaden was raised in Queensland and is the author of two previous novels: Losing Kate and Missing You. She holds an honours degree in Psychology and works as a freelance writer and columnist. Her new book, The Day the Lies Began is a domestic noir-thriller that explores one of her favourite themes: why good people do bad things.mehr
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Klappentext'It seemed simple at first - folding one lie over the next. She had become expert at feathering over the cracks to ensure her life appeared the same. But inside, it didn't feel fixed.' It happened the day of the Moon Festival. It could have been left behind, they all could have moved on with their lives. But secrets have a habit of rising to the surface, especially in small towns. Two couples, four ironclad friendships, the perfect coastal holiday town. With salt-stung houses perched like lifeguards overlooking the shore, Lago Point is the scene of postcards, not crime scenes. Wife and mother Abbi, town cop Blake, schoolteacher Hannah and local doctor Will are caught in their own tangled webs of deceit. When the truth washes in to their beachside community, so do the judgements: victim, or vigilante, who will forgive, who will betray? Not all relationships survive. Nor do all residents.

Kylie Kaden was raised in Queensland and is the author of two previous novels: Losing Kate and Missing You. She holds an honours degree in Psychology and works as a freelance writer and columnist. Her new book, The Day the Lies Began is a domestic noir-thriller that explores one of her favourite themes: why good people do bad things.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781925700428
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Erscheinungsjahr2019
Erscheinungsdatum01.07.2019
Seiten400 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Dateigrösse3168
Artikel-Nr.11934173
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Genre9200

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Leseprobe


Chapter 2

THE DAY OF THE MOON FESTIVAL

Mrs Andrews? Will hollered, his doctor s bag in one hand, a punnet of lychees in the other. He knew full well that his patient hated being called Mrs Andrews, but Will didn t get many chances to be rebellious. He opened her cottage door. You decent?

William, I didn t expect you, Gwen Andrews called from the kitchen, as she dangled a tea bag in her Harrods china cup, swung it three times against the side and dropped it clean in the bin.

Sure it s your eyes failing, not your hearing?

Sorry, can t hear anything over all the noise.

He dumped his doctor s bag on the table, paced over to her, and stowed the cordless kettle back safely on its base. What did I tell you about safety first, Missy?

Who you calling Missy, Mister? Gwen turned on the cantankerous librarian voice, but it was such a lame attempt at crotchety that he was sure no one would be intimidated by it. It only made her more endearing.

How s things?

The lines above her mouth seemed more defined, like she d spent the weeks since he d seen her last pursing her lips over something. Answer s still no , if that s why you re here.

Will had been trying to get Gwen to agree to eye surgery for as long as he d been her doctor. You act like there aren t advantages to being stuck in a bed, face-down, for weeks. There s plenty!

Gwen scowled at him. Like what?

You d be eligible for more services, so you d get out of the housework. He counted on his fingers. Pity points. Great excuse not to go to family events.

She hushed him away. What family events? The cat doesn t hold any bar mitzvahs.

Then there s the delaying blindness thing.

Gwen huffed. I ve lived long enough to know what most things look like.

Yeah? What about when to raise your foot to avoid tripping on a gutter?

I ve got onto this new supplement, saffron tablets, and I still take the cod liver oil - the orange one is less ghastly. Gwen stuck out her tongue in a rare moment of candidness.

Will nodded. It always took a few minutes to see the raw fear surface. The fear she harboured under each thick tier of pride, independence, determination. She was white-haired, but only fifty-five. Far too young to face legal blindness. But she never spoke a word of the helplessness that macular degeneration inflicts, the terror of facing a dimming world as it closed in on you. You know, I read how they re developing cholesterol-reducing eyedrops that prevent the over-production of white blood cells on the retina.

Cholesterol? I barely eat anything but fruit and oatmeal. And besides, how many years till they develop that?

There are trials. I think we should apply.

Gwen shrugged. Admitting she needed treatment was admitting that she couldn t hack it. They were both distracted by the muffled words from a megaphone billowing over from the festival just a few blocks from Gwen s home.

Tinny music filled the silence. Will withdrew his phone from his jeans pocket and checked the time. I promised to get Eadie early so we could go to the festival before she turns into a ratbag.

You go. She swatted him away. Thanks for the lychees.

Will hesitated. He was never one for mindless chitchat with patients, but he knew it could be as useful as antidepressants but without the side effects. Fancy some mooncakes? I can take you down there if you feel like a night out. I ll be your guide dog.

No, no. I ll have an early night. Midsomer Murders will keep me company. Bit too brisk for me out there with this autumn air.

Sure? Jay s famous for her mooncake - she makes those salty, egg-yolk-centred ones. I reckon they taste like lard balls but people line up. It makes them feel cultured.

What were you saying about cholesterol?

He grabbed a beige coat from an overloaded hook by the door. C mon. You re not dead yet.

But I need to ⦠She faltered. Molly often visits about this time.

Molly Worthington? She s our babysitter. Good kid, for an adolescent. How do you know her? Will was sure there was more than one of that girl - she seemed to be everywhere at once. She ll be working at the festival, surely? And her dad always takes her, if not.

There were tears in the lady s clear eyes. Will liked to push his patients, but there was a fine line between motivating and terrorising. He guided her down again. How bout I bring some mooncakes over later? I ll ask for a low-fat lard ball. He smiled.

Don t be silly! Enjoy yourself. Her shoulders relaxed, and she waved him off.

* * *

Will wished his feet were smaller as he squeezed up the cubbyhouse stairs, drew open the red poplin curtain shading the teeny door, and found his favourite person, cross-legged on the pine-slat floor surrounded by balled-up Play-Doh. He felt more oversized than usual in the tiny play kitchen he d constructed from recycled crates back when Eadie started kindy.

His pint-sized princess looked expectantly at her dad, her eyes alive with excitement. I maded it for you! She shoved the sandy Play-Doh cake his way.

He chewed like it were a garlic risotto ball. Delicious.

Eadie thanked him with a gap-toothed grin.

Will noticed the peanut butter sandwiches he d set out on the picnic blanket earlier, getting dry on the corners. Make sure you have your sangas too, sweet pea. And the apple before it goes brown.

Eadie eyed off the empty teacup and saucer she d set up. Where s Mummy?

Just as Will started to wonder that himself, the curtains parted, his wife s pretty head filled the doorframe and she roared like a dinosaur, scaring Will more than he liked to admit.

Abbi kissed him and apologised for being late.

What happened to finishing work early? Will asked.

Abbi rolled her eyes. Procrastination. Abbi gave Eadie a wide smile. Is that for me? she asked, gesturing to her own fake cake, before nibbling the corner of the salty dough. Will leaned into her, pushing the Play-Doh firmly into the latecomer s mouth. Abbi lurched back. Stop! Stop! She mumbled, dropping clumps of green sandy dough all over the cubbyhouse as he pressed into her, a goofy smile splitting his face. Eadie jumped on them as the elegant tea party turned into a raucous rabble.

They could hear a muffled announcement through the casuarinas lining their yard, providing privacy from the parkland that sprawled the headland. I can smell the mulled wine from here. Will smiled. Monkey-breath, he tickled their daughter s sandy feet, wanna go see some lanterns?

* * *

Walking the short stroll to the festival, led by the sound and light coming from the crowded tents, they entered the row of markets. Lanterns looped between street lamps. Council-tended gardens. Portaloos concealed behind temporary hedges hired for the occasion. Even the seniors from the retirement village borrowed buggies from the country club and came along in convoy.

Their babysitter, Molly Worthington was handing out free cake samples at Jay s stall, and bent down and offered Eadie one of the Middle Eastern desserts. Hey, guys!

These new? Molly pointed to Eadie s light-up shoes. They re awesome. A line of LED blinked. Do they come in a size nine?

You can have mine when I growed out of them.

Molly laughed, and waved them off.

Will and his two leading ladies took a right at the end of the food stalls, enjoying the night breeze. He spotted a few empty cans of beer left on the makeshift stools around the fire-pits, and picked them up. You know how many kids get their tendons sliced from cans? Too many. He went to place them in the recycling bins, just as Catfish appeared with a large plastic bag.

I ll take em, Doc.

Will smiled, dropped the cans in his bag. Doing a good service for us, there, mate.

Catfish nodded and picked up a few more littered around the temporary bar. Abbi noticed Eadie poking her tongue out at him, a horrible face distorting her features. Eadie! Don t do that.

But he s mean. He doesn t let me play in their yard with their cat. And he smells. She fanned her nose with her fingers.

Abbi shook her by the arm. Shhh, don t be rude, young lady, or no iPad tomorrow.

Catfish was carrying a tent pole that he used to prod things found with his metal detector, and waved it at her. Stay away, Missy.

Will observed with a little concern.

I know he comes...
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Kylie Kaden was raised in Queensland and is the author of two previous novels: Losing Kate and Missing You. She holds an honours degree in Psychology and works as a freelance writer and columnist. Her new book, The Day the Lies Began is a domestic noir-thriller that explores one of her favourite themes: why good people do bad things.