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Chapters (69)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Chapter Forty-Seven
  52. Chapter Forty-Eight
  53. Chapter Forty-Nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-One
  56. Chapter Fifty-Two
  57. Chapter Fifty-Three
  58. Chapter Fifty-Four
  59. Chapter Fifty-Five
  60. Chapter Fifty-Six
  61. Epilogue
  62. Prologue
  63. Chapter One
  64. Acknowledgements
  65. Credits
  66. More from Claire Allan …
  67. About the Author
  68. Also by Claire Allan
  69. About the Publisher

I rub my temples. This is all such a mess.

‘I really don’t think I can give you access to my interview,’ I say. ‘But I can tell you that there is nothing in what he said to me during that official interview that would indicate he was a danger to himself or others. As for last night, he was agitated, yes. He was upset about the response to the article on social media. Worried it might draw attention to his location. But I really don’t think he would do anything to harm himself.’

Oh, God, but I really hope he didn’t do anything to harm himself.

‘Ingrid, I understand you must be very unsettled by this,’ DS King says, her tone conciliatory.

I can’t hold in a brittle laugh. ‘That’s a bit of an understatement,’ I say. The tissue I have been twisting around in my fingers is starting to dissolve. To my shame, I feel tears prick at my eyes.

‘You do know you can contact the police at any time if you feel under threat,’ DI Bradley says.

I nod. I can’t speak because I’m afraid that if I do, I simply won’t be able to stop the tears from falling.

‘If I can say something to you, though. No story in the world is worth this.’

Of course he would say that, I think, though his concern does look genuine. Then again, I seem to have lost the ability to read people properly just now.

I steady myself. Switch back into professional mode.

‘What will you be doing to find Jamesy?’ I ask.

‘We have officers looking for him at the moment. Checking bus routes and the train station. Needless to say, if he makes contact with you again, we’d like you to let us know immediately.’

I nod. ‘And Mr Doherty? How is he?’ I ask.

‘Medically, he’s ill but stable. Emotionally, he’s traumatised, as his whole family are.’

I nod.

‘Ingrid, we really would ask that you stay away from the Doherty family at this time. They have asked me to pass that message on to you – and to all the media, just so you don’t think it’s personal,’ DS King says. ‘They don’t want any more attention brought to last night’s events.

‘At this stage, they have no plans to make any further statement about what has happened and, look, you were there at the hospital. You saw how distressed they were. You heard how awful this is. I know that might make for big headlines, but it’s not serving anyone to splash their trauma all over the papers.’

‘It is my job to report on the news and this is news,’ I say, because that is the truth.