Nicci French

FRIDAY ON MY MIND

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

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To Kersti and Philip

1

Kitty was five years old and she was cross. The queue for the Crown Jewels had been long and they weren’t so special anyway. The queue for Madame Tussauds had been longer, and she didn’t even recognize most of the waxworks, and she couldn’t see them properly with all the crowds. And it had been drizzling. And she hated the Underground. When she stood on the platform and heard the rumble of an approaching train, it felt like something terrible coming out of the darkness.

But when they got on the boat she became a little less cross. The river was so big that it felt almost like the ocean, heaving with the currents and the tide. A plastic bottle floated past.

‘Where’s it going?’ said Kitty.

‘To the sea,’ said her mum. ‘All the way to the sea.’

‘The Thames Barrier will stop it,’ said her dad.

‘No, it won’t,’ said her mum. ‘It’s not a real barrier.’

As the boat pulled away from the Embankment, Kitty ran from one side of the boat to the other. If she was seeing something interesting on one bank of the river, that meant she was missing what was interesting on the other or in front.

‘Calm down, Kitty,’ said her mum. ‘Why don’t you write a list in your book of everything you see?’

So Kitty got out her new notebook, the one with the elephant on the cover. And her new pen. She opened the notebook at a fresh page and wrote a number one and drew a heart-shaped circle around it. She looked about her. ‘What’s that big thing?’

‘Which big thing?’

‘That one.’

‘The Eye.’

So that was number one.

The boat was almost empty. It was a Friday and it had only just stopped raining. Kitty’s parents drank coffee and Kitty, whose school was closed for a training day and who had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, frowned over her notebook while a voice on the Tannoy said that the River Thames was a pageant of history. It was from here, said the voice, that Francis Drake had set off to circle the globe. And it was here that he returned with a ship full of treasure and became Sir Francis Drake.

Kitty was so busy that she was almost irritated when her dad sat down beside her.

‘We’ve stopped,’ he said, ‘so we can look at the Thames and at London Bridge.’

‘I know,’ said Kitty.

‘Do you know “London Bridge Is Falling Down”?’

‘We done that at school.’

‘Did it.’

Kitty ignored this and carried on writing.

‘So what have you seen?’

Kitty finished the word she was writing, the tip of her tongue protruding from the side of her mouth. Then she held up the notebook. ‘Five things,’ she said.

‘What five things?’

‘A bird.’

Her dad laughed. She frowned at him. ‘What?’

‘No, that’s very good. A bird. What else?’

‘A boat.’

‘What? This boat?’

‘No.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Another boat.’

‘Good.’

‘A tree.’

‘Where?’

‘It’s gone.’ She looked back at her notebook. ‘A car.’

‘Yes, there are lots of cars driving along by the river. That’s very good, Kitty. Is that all?’

‘And a whale.’

Her dad looked at the notebook. ‘“Whale” has an h in it. W-H-A-L-E. But this is a river. It doesn’t have whales in it.’

‘I saw it.’

‘When?’

‘Now.’

‘Where?’

Kitty pointed. Her dad stood up and walked to the side of the boat. And then the day that was already exciting got more and more exciting. Her dad shouted something and then he turned to Kitty and shouted even louder. He told her to stay exactly where she was and not to move a single step. Then he ran along the deck and down the steps, and the man who was talking on the loudspeaker stopped and then said things in a loud voice that sounded completely different. Other people started running around on the deck and looking over the side and shouting and a fat woman began to cry.

The loudspeaker said that people should move away from the side but they didn’t. Kitty’s mum came and sat next to her and talked to her about what they were going to do afterwards and about the summer holidays, which weren’t long off now; they were going camping. Then Kitty heard the loud noise of an engine and she got up and saw a huge motorboat heading along the river and getting closer and closer until it stopped and she felt the waves from it move their own boat up and down so that she almost fell over. Kitty’s mum got up and stood with everyone else at the railings. Kitty could only see their backs and the backs of their heads. It was like being at Madame Tussauds where her dad had had to put her up on his shoulders.