_OceanofPDF.com_The_Girl_on_the_Train_-_Paula_Hawkins

Scott is a self-employed IT consultant. (I can’t bloody believe Scott is
an IT consultant.)
Megan and Scott have been married for three years; they have been
living in the house on Blenheim Road since January 2012.
According to the Daily Mail, their house is worth four hundred
thousand pounds.
Reading this, I know that things look bad for Scott. Not just because
of the argument, either; it’s just the way things are: when something bad
happens to a woman, the police look at the husband or the boyfriend
first. However, in this case, the police don’t have all the facts. They’re
only looking at the husband, presumably because they don’t know about
the boyfriend.
It could be that I am the only person who knows that the boyfriend
exists.
I scrabble around in my bag for a scrap of paper. On the back of a card
slip for two bottles of wine, I write down a list of most likely possible
explanations for the disappearance of Megan Hipwell:
1. She has run off with her boyfriend, who from here on in, I
will refer to as B.
2. B has harmed her.
3. Scott has harmed her.
4. She has simply left her husband and gone to live
elsewhere.
5. Someone other than B or Scott has harmed her.
I think the first possibility is most likely, and four is a strong
contender, too, because Megan is an independent, wilful woman, I’m
sure of it. And if she were having an affair, she might need to get away to
clear her head, mightn’t she? Five does not seem especially likely, since
murder by a stranger isn’t all that common.
The bump on my head is throbbing, and I can’t stop thinking about
the argument I saw, or imagined, or dreamed about, on Saturday night.
As we pass Megan and Scott’s house, I look up. I can hear the blood
pulsing in my head. I feel excited. I feel afraid. The windows of number
fifteen, reflecting morning sunshine, look like sightless eyes.
EVENING