The Centre: The InSecurity Triptych, #2
By Meg Vann
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After the fraught game of cat-and-mouse that drove Provocation, Meg Vann continues the InSecurity Triptych in The Centre, where a lost child and kidnapped mother plunges a young security guard into the heart of an investigation where nothing is quite what it seems.
Zilla Bannich is the junior security guard working the local shopping centre, a quiet misfit among the team of older, fatter men. Her boss is incompetent, her days predictable, and her home life a quiet struggle with her mother's degenerative illness.
Zilla's learned to keep her head down and avoid undue attention, but when her discovery of a lost child leads to an abducted mother and signs of physical abuse, there's no avoiding the prying eyes of the police and her colleagues. As inconsistencies and tainted evidence accumulate, and Zilla's connection to the child's family is revealed, she becomes embroiled in the investigation … and a prime suspect in the kidnapping of the child's mother.
As events rush towards their conclusion, Zilla must step up and immerse herself in the tangled threads of the investigation, working to ensure that child, mother, and Zilla herself are protected from the looming threat of angry men, corrupt systems, and the family secrets capable of ripping her sleepy suburban community apart.
For fans of Claire Mackintosh, CL Taylor, and Gillian Flynn, The Centre is the second book in the InSecurity Triptych — fast-paced and provocative psychological thrillers you can read in a single sitting.
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The Centre - Meg Vann
The Centre
InSecurity Triptych #2
Meg Vann
Brain Jar PressContents
The Centre
About the Author
The Insecurity Triptych
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The Centre
They know only the shining halls, marble slick as celebrity teeth. Glass so clean, plastic chandeliers so bright: the circus was in town every moment of every day. Each of them a gawking ticket-holder, every one of them a sideshow freak. Clothes colourful as flags, they promenade. Ridiculous shoes. Rubber thongs with sequined straps between sparkle-lacquered toes; arches flat as flipped pancakes on the glossy tiled floor.
I’m invisible to them. A grey nurse shark on a cloudy day, I slide, unnoticed, into fingerpocked anonymous doorways. Filthy corridors twine around their mirror-tiled mecca; industrial bins filled with stink and Styrofoam, faulty cable junctions snapping at the stale air.
The pink welt pangs the flesh of my palm, running from lifeline to middle finger. Guilt stippled. I rub it away with my other hand, watching it fade as I make my way into my lair; a cave filled with rolling screens and cans sticky with a residue of flat fizz. There’s a soft click and whir as I switch the security cameras back on.
It’s my job to keep them all safe.
I.
Tamara’s thoughts roiled with cough syrup, thick and muggy. The wheels of the cheap plastic stroller jammed into a rut between the brickwork pavers of the canal walkway.
‘Shitfug.’ Her words slurred as she jerked the stroller back into motion. A rough, nervous hand spread on her tailbone; guiding, pressing.
Faster, faster.
‘Make her be quiet, will ya.’ The voice in her ear was young. Young meant inexperienced, and inexperienced meant dangerous.
‘The medicine will make her sleep.’
‘It’s not fucking helping so far – she hasn’t stopped whining since you gave it to her.’
‘It’ll kick in soon. It will.’ She heard herself pleading, desperate to keep everyone calm: him, her, the child. She’d taken a big slug herself to keep an even keel and it was already taking effect, but down in the stroller it seemed to be working in reverse.
In a hard, high tone he’d told her no one would be around, and he was right. Despite the waterfront location, this narrow walkway was populated only by air conditioning sheds and the paspalum grass forcing its way through the gap where the pavers met the canal sea-wall. A shadow bifurcated the path, midday and midnight. He bodychecked her along the wall of the shopping centre. Twice he forced her so close that she grazed her arm on the concrete cladding, right where it had been twisted and bruised last night.
Tenderised meat.
She barely noticed until they reached the first carpark, when the blood running down her arm dripped from her pinky finger onto the bitumen. Lifting her hand in a daze, she failed to connect the shining dark spots with the pain. But he did. He grabbed her wrist and twisted; a warning growl deep in his throat. A fist of panic drove into her solar plexus as he ground the spots away with the heel of his tattered leather boot.
Bleak and pale in the searing heat, half-filled with cars under rows of grey shade tents, the carpark stretched before them. His eyes flickered from one row to the next, measuring, planning. She watched him, fighting just to stay on her feet, leaning on the handles of the pram.
Like a gunshot, a small figure burst out of the pram. The sunshade flipped up into her face before the whole thing went out from under her. Tamara’s chin came down hard on the plastic bar, kneecaps cracking onto the bitumen.
‘Jeeziz fuck – get the kid!’
Eyelids squeezed tight against the pain, she heard the child’s cry, rich with mischief and anger. Forcing her eyes open, vision still drenched in a violent red glare. Maternal instinct guided her outstretched fingers. She tagged the girl’s dress, clutching blindly, drawing her in.
‘Stick her in the