Chapters (58)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Acknowledgements
- An Eastbourne Murder Mystery
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Sheila Bugler
On the horizon, the sun was sinking closer to the surface of the water. The sky and sea were streaked with shades of red and burnt orange; the grey and white shingle seemed to glow. Dee soaked it all in, telling herself that whatever else was wrong in her life, she’d got this bit right. Living here, on this deserted beach, was something she’d always be grateful for.
Earlier, she’d had an email from Shay. He’d managed to speak with Lucy’s sister, Maeve, and had arranged to meet her next week. He told Dee he’d also remembered that, at the time Kitty drowned, both her parents had been working for Robert O’Brien.
Ursula was his PA, Shay wrote. Robert didn’t employ Eamon full-time but he gave him odd jobs every now and then. Looking back over my notes, it seems Eamon was doing some decorating work for Robert when Kitty drowned. It’s why Eamon wasn’t on holiday with the rest of the family. Since speaking to you this morning, I’m more convinced than ever there’s a story here. One other thing that may interest you. According to several people I’ve spoken to, Robert is devoted to Ursula. So, whatever else he may or may not have done, I think you can rule out an affair. Let me know how you got on in London today?
So far, she hadn’t got back to him because she didn’t know what to tell him. On the train back to Eastbourne, she’d resisted the urge to go onto the internet and search for information on Annie Holden. She knew it was better to give her mind time to process everything that had happened. She didn’t want her own feelings – frustration, confusion, anger – to blur the facts.
Further along the beach, she could see Ella and Jake with a group of friends. They looked like they were having a picnic. Their voices and laughter travelled along the beach to where Dee sat. She knew she could go and join them if she wanted. She’d met Ella’s friends before and they were a friendly bunch – other young mothers like Ella, with children and families of their own – but Dee had little in common with them. She didn’t think she could face an evening smiling and laughing and acting as if everything was okay, when inside she felt like shit.
One question kept niggling her. Why had Ed been there? The more she thought about it, the more Dee realised his sudden appearance outside Annie’s house wasn’t a coincidence.