Back Ask No Questions
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 contemplate getting in my car and going for a drive around Creggan, just to see if there are signs that Bernie Doherty might be home, or that word about Jamesy has got out, or, I don’t know, just something to quieten all the voices in my head. But I don’t want to be brazen about it. I don’t want whoever it was who attacked my car to think I’m goading them. If it’s the same people who attacked Liam, or who may have targeted Jamesy, it’s quite clear they aren’t messing around.

I decide to wait for Declan to come back to me. I’m sure he will.

I grab a packet of coloured index cards and start to label them with key points about the case. If I can see the jigsaw puzzle in front of me, something might jump out at me that helps.

All of these people, even Ryan, are tied together by one little girl and the night she died. I just don’t know how.

Chapter Forty

Declan

This time Declan lets his anger get the better of him. Taking his keys from his pocket, he walks alongside his brother’s car, digging the point of the keys into the paintwork as hard as he can. The screech of metal on metal hurts his ears. He can feel it reverberate through his body as if someone were digging the sharp end of a key directly into his bones.

This is how Niall makes him feel. This is the anger he has for his brother and while he has learned to keep a lid on it over the years, just as he has learned to keep a lid on so much, this time he has to show it. He doesn’t want to keep it buried.

He only wishes he were brave enough to walk up to Niall and tell him exactly what he has done. To tell his brother that it was the very least he deserves. That he hopes the bill will take the smug look off his face.

That smile. His teeth professionally whitened, like he thinks he is somebody. Declan would like to knock that smile to the other side of his face.

But he won’t. When he thinks of his ma, of how she frets about them both, he knows he won’t do it to her. It would break her to see either of them hurt. It’s why she has always been so generous with him. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do to ease his path. It’s a pity Niall, with all his money and charm, doesn’t feel the same. He’d deny Declan as quickly as he could look at him.