Tom Ripley jumped off the boat and landed on English ground. It had been a long journey to Liverpool, especially with the added fear that he may have been found guilty of murder, or should I say three murders…as he ran up the dusty, cobbled street, he thought he heard a familiar voice. He looked around the busy northern streets, but he didn't see one face he knew. Unconcerned he continued to walk, until he arrived at the grand Adelphi hotel. He climbed the white steps with ease and opened the huge glass doors without a care, for he was free…no-one knew he was a cereal killer, except for Marge of course, but everyone thought she was mad. He felt quite safe. He walked to the reception where he was greeted by a smartly dressed young man.
"Hello Sir, how can I help you?" The lad said in a thick liverpudlian accent
"I need a room" Replied Tom.
"OK, can you tell me how long you're planning to stay for? Are you alone?" Enquired the receptionist
"Uh…three weeks. Alone" He murmured
"OK, did you kill 1 or 2 people sir?"
"What?" Tom shouted
Had he been found out? By a mere boy?
"I said do you want a room with 1 bed or a 2?" The boy repeated
Tom thought he just must have heard wrong the first time. Yes, a mistake.
"Um…1 bed please, like I said. I'm alone."
"Oh…you are Tom Ripley?" Said the puzzled lad
"How do you know my name?"
"A woman asked about you some time ago, she said to call her if you came, she described you as average height, brown hair, glasses and an American accent, you don't know her?"
"Can you show me to my room. Now."
"Oh…yes."
Who was the mysterious woman? Was it his friend Meredith, or had Marge come back to avenge Dickies death?
To be continued…