Book beginnings on Fridays is hosted by Rose City Reader and it is a chance to share the first sentence or so of a book you’ve reading, about to read or recently read.
The book I’d like to share this week is That Night by Gillian McAllister – I started reading this last night and was hooked from just these first paragraphs below…
Cathy only answers the phone call that comes in the middle of the night because she is awake, working. Chasing up bloods for a Labrador that she is concerned about. The results are already late, and the unreliable holiday Wi-Fi keeps cutting off just as she tries to send the email.
Frannie. Slide to answer. Cathy‘s eyes flicker to the top of the screen to check the time. It’s 1:25 am. The room is completely dark around the blue bubble of lights the phone creates. All she can see is her sister, calling her in the small hours. Calling Cathy because she knows Cathy will be alone, because Cathy is always open whether on holiday or at home. She sits up in the bed and switch the answer. She falls away from her. She is wearing pyjamas even in the Italian heat. It seems somehow wrong to sleep naked. That particular luxury, for Cathy, it’s reserved for the future, she hopes, with some as yet a new man.
‘Help me, please help me’ Franny shouts as soon as Cathy answers. Electricity shoots across Cathy‘s chest and down her arms.