Provocation: The InSecurity Triptych, #1
By Meg Vann
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How much do you know about the people who keep you safe?
Madeline Kyle is putting her life back together, throwing herself into a new library job after years of restrictive psychiatric care. Ready to put her past behind her and prove she can stand on her own, Madeline cleaves to personal rules and routines in order to hold back the paranoia and anorexia nervosa that first derailed her life.
For the first time, Madeline feels safe and in control of her future, but an encounter with a library security guard threatens everything she works for. Madeline's instincts scream that his furtive interest is a harbinger of danger, but her therapist suggest it's all in her head and perhaps she's not ready to move out on her own.
As the growing threat of the guard eclipses her work, Madeline finds herself struggling to navigate daily interactions that grow murky as the depths of a river in flood. When she retreats into the tunnels below the library for safety, things accelerate towards a violent endgame where Madeline risks everything on a single choice around whose instincts are correct.
Does she fight back and risk her liberty, or accept the reality others push upon her and risk her very life?
For fans of Claire Mackintosh, CL Taylor, and Gillian Flynn, Provocation is the first book in the InSecurity Triptych — fast-paced and provocative psychological thrillers you can read in a single sitting.
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Provocation - Meg Vann
Provocation
InSecurity Triptych #1
Meg Vann
Brain Jar PressFor Helen, in memoriam.
Provocation
Madeleine grips the industrial stapler in her cold palm.
Deep underground, the docks of the gallery and the library are connected. One giant concrete whirlpool of industrial bins, demountable walls, and fallow pallets of props. It was her job to supervise the incoming and outgoing pieces for the children’s exhibits in the State Library.
Her dream job.
She stalks around ten foot high dinosaurs and puppet-sized proscenium arches. Pauses, hunkering down behind a towering cage full of flattened boxes. Mould spore catches at the top of her throat, tasting of mangrove funk. She forces a dry, silent swallow. Rests her eyes shut a moment, delicate lids flickering back and forth in a waking REM state, processing her options. Blinks as the oversized double doors swung open. Hydraulic hiss close.
Granger leaned back to adjust the mattress-sized air con unit tucked into a recess at the base of the wide formal stairway. Every morning Madeleine walked up those stairs, and every morning Granger leaned back, fiddling around with knobs that were set right the first time when the building was finished five years ago.
Good morning, he says. Anonymous cadavers, the general public, walk past his long reception counter. Overseas students and family historians check their bags and tag their laptops before being allowed entry into the library proper.
Good morning, they respond.
Madeleine used to say good morning. She used to greet him with the same warm optimism he’d seen her greet everyone, everything.
Not anymore.
He leaned, and fiddled, and checked her out as she tapped a hasty drumroll up the stairs.
A high school girl, warm zebra-stripe skin, venetian blinds in spring sunshine.
Waiting.
Maddi sat up, nudged past her full leather duffel, and headed outside. Maybe if she moved faster, time would get the hint, follow. She paced the small brick-tile courtyard of Moray Clinic, anxiety thickening in her lungs, shoulder blades contracting towards her ears. Paused. Took three long breaths, just like she’d been taught. Perched on the park bench by her door. She gently stroked the cartilage between her nostrils, where once the tube had rubbed her raw. Six weeks as a permanent resident. Then six months as an outpatient, with overnight stays once a week to learn, then demonstrate, her ability to eat, wash, move in a healthy rhythm. That’s what they called it. Not a routine, not a regime—a rhythm. Maddi hated it. It was gross, the way the clinic staff talked about her body’s every function, every unpredictable need. For years, she had lived by her own simple set of rules.
But still, the gentle pulse of life got into her bones as rhythms do. They drummed wellness into her. She learned to like her wrists and ankles, even to admire the muscular twist of her half-turned waist, instead of always and only seeing fold upon fold of fat. She was a success. A poster girl for the program, although she knew they’d used models for all the posters in the reception.
Her hands rested on the slatted window blinds beside her. She rotated her wrists slowly, watching the sunlight move across her subtle pelt of fine hairs. Her veins still stood out, great vines clinging to her thin bones. Even so,