The Dead Wife. Sue Fortin

embarrassment at being reprimanded by Dominic. ‘Hey, it doesn’t really matter; she’s gone now and that’s that. Just forget about it.’

      ‘Let’s hope she doesn’t come back,’ said Dominic, his annoyance still apparent. He turned to Owen. ‘Do you know that bird from Vacation Staycation?’

      Owen looked blank and shook his head. ‘What bird, as you so nicely put it?’

      ‘That one who took Sonia out just now.’

      ‘I didn’t see her. What’s her name?’

      ‘Stephanie Durham,’ replied Dominic. ‘Blonde hair. Wearing black trousers and a short-sleeved top.’

      ‘Doesn’t exactly narrow it down,’ said Owen. ‘But the name doesn’t mean anything to me. Why?’

      ‘It’s nothing,’ interjected Harry. ‘Dominic thinks he knows her, that’s all.’

      ‘Probably some bird you had a one-night stand with,’ said Owen, mimicking his brother’s expression with a degree of disdain.

      ‘Fuck off,’ said Dominic impatiently.

      ‘Gladly,’ replied Owen. ‘I don’t know about you two, but I’m going back in. Mum will have a fit if she realises we’re all out here.’

      Harry stood by Dominic’s side as they watched Owen go back towards the reception room. ‘He has a point,’ Harry said.

      ‘Yeah, but he’s a little prick at times.’

      ‘Go easy on him, Dom. You don’t give him enough credit at times.’

      ‘Well, he is a little prick. It’s all right for you, you don’t have to see him practically every day of your life. You don’t always have to be looking out for him, making sure he’s not fucking things up.’

      ‘Is that why you won’t give him any more responsibility?’

      ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

      ‘Like let him go ahead with the outdoor-adventure thing he wants to do.’

      ‘Jesus! You’ve only been back a couple of days and he’s already been getting at you about that.’

      ‘We were just talking, that’s all. I asked him what he was up to and he told me about his idea. I personally think it sounds a great idea and will definitely draw a different demographic of guests in. One we’ve possibly not explored before. People want adventure but they want it in a safe environment. It would be good for Owen too – you know, give him something else to keep him busy.’

      Dominic pursed his lips before speaking. ‘Look, it’s a great idea and I think it would work, but Owen isn’t up to it.’

      Harry winced. He had a feeling he knew what was coming next but he obliged with the question, ‘Why’s that?’

      ‘He’s not clean. He may have given up the booze, the gambling, the fags, but you know Owen, always got to have some vice. I wasn’t going to say anything, what with you being in France, and I haven’t, of course, said anything to Mum, but he’s been doing drugs. Coke, to be exact.’

      Harry blew out a long breath, resting his hands on his hips. ‘You sure about that?’ He had wanted to believe Owen when he said the drugs in his baccy pouch weren’t his, but it wouldn’t be the first time his younger brother had lied about his addictions.

      ‘I caught him doing it. In the stables.’

      ‘What an idiot. Kind of makes the gambling seem small-fry now.’

      ‘Doesn’t it just? That’s the reason I won’t agree to the outward-bound thing. He’s got to get his head together, and fast. I can’t keep it from Mum forever but, with the way things are for her health-wise, I don’t want that little shit upsetting her.’

      ‘You need to tell him about Mum.’

      ‘No. I don’t. I can’t trust him. He won’t be able to cope and he’ll be no good to Mum.’

      ‘But giving him an incentive might make him sort himself out.’

      ‘Are you for real? He’s got an addiction. He can’t sort himself out. If it’s not coke it will be something else.’

      ‘Then let it be something else. Something not so harmful. Get him the help he needs.’

      ‘I’m through with babysitting him all the time. Making excuses. Taking responsibility for him. That’s why he’s like he is. He’s a baby. Never grown up. Always got someone else digging him out of shit.’

      ‘But giving him responsibility might be the making of him. Instead of treating him like the baby of the family, treat him like an equal.’

      ‘He’s got the stables. It’s not as if he has nothing to do.’

      ‘And he makes a good job of that. Let him take on more.’

      ‘Just shows how out of touch you are, Harry. I have to double-check everything he does over there. He doesn’t know but I’m always checking up on him, making sure he’s got the staff rota sorted, the hours covered, timesheets in, up-to-date with the vets and everything else that goes with running a stable. I can’t trust him. He needs to prove to me he can be trusted.’

      ‘Not that you’re a control freak or anything.’ Harry knew his brother liked to be in charge, but even by Dominic’s standards this seemed a little over the top.

      ‘I’m not just talking about work, though. That’s just the tip of it. What I mean is, the sooner he takes responsibility for himself, the sooner he’ll make something of himself. And don’t look at me like that; you’re just as bad as Mum. He needs tough love.’

      ‘You sound like Dad.’

      ‘Maybe that’s not such a bad thing at times.’ With that Dominic strode off back into the reception room, leaving Harry brooding over the predicament. He knew Dominic was right about a lot of things but he didn’t agree that leaving Owen to fend for himself and shutting him out of stuff was the way to go about it. And as for Dominic’s assertion that being like their father wasn’t a bad thing, well, Harry certainly didn’t agree with that.

      Dominic halted at the doorway and came back over to Harry. ‘You must have a short memory. Remember the shitstorm he caused before?’

      Harry’s chest tightened as he looked his brother in the eye. How could anyone forget that? Although Dominic was being rather magnanimous, as it had been Elizabeth who had been the catalyst of that shitstorm with her scheming to try to get what she wanted. All the same, he was taken aback that Dominic would bring it up. It was an unwritten agreement in the Sinclair household. No one spoke about that. Until now, it seemed. ‘Why bring that up now?’ Harry managed to say with a degree of control.

      ‘Because Owen is a liability and I need to make sure he doesn’t get out of control again. I know you don’t like talking about it, but what Elizabeth did to him just goes to show how susceptible he is. He’s a weak man and no one, least of all you, wants that episode dragged up again. So, when I say keep an eye on that journalist and keep Owen under control, it’s with good reason. It may not be so easy this time to keep our personal business out of the spotlight.’

      Harry felt the old familiar feeling of irritation wash over him. Dominic could be dogmatic at times. Once he got an idea into his head, it was hard to get him to see it any other way. Now he had a bee in his bonnet about Steph and was trying to manipulate Harry’s thinking by dragging up the past. Harry sighed. This time he didn’t have the luxury of France for an escape.