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
‘Yes,’ Emer said. ‘That’s exactly what I believe. You haven’t met her, Maeve. She’s lovely, and she seemed to really care about helping me find Kitty.’
‘You think I don’t care about that?’
‘I’m not saying that. Sorry. How did this suddenly turn into an argument?’
‘None of this is easy,’ Maeve said. ‘It’s a big crazy mess and we’ve got caught up in it because we’re both so desperate for Kitty to still be alive. For you, it means you haven’t lost your sister. For me, it means finding out – finally – what happened to Lucy. I’m starting to wonder if it might be healthier for us both to accept we’ll never get the answers we want and walk away from this before it’s too late.’
‘Too late how?’
‘I’m not sure.’ Maeve frowned. ‘It just seems we’ve lost sight of what we’re actually doing.’
‘We’re trying to find the truth,’ Emer said. ‘That’s all that matters, and I’m going to see this through to the end.’
‘Even if you find out that Annie Holden is exactly who she says she is?’
‘Yes.’
Maeve rubbed her face with both hands.
‘Okay. If you trust your cousin, give her a ring and arrange to meet her. See if she can help us find Annie.’
‘Brilliant.’ Emer hugged Maeve and grabbed her phone. ‘I’ll need to go outside to call her. I can’t get a signal in here. Thanks, Maeve.’
Outside, she had to cross the road and walk up a narrow side street until she finally got three signal bars on her phone. She tried Dee’s number, but Dee didn’t answer and Emer hung up without leaving a message. She wanted to speak to Dee in person, not to her voicemail.
She started walking back towards the inn, and was about to cross the road, when two things happened.
A silver Lexus came along the high street, driving slowly enough for Emer to get a clear view the driver’s face in profile as the car passed. She put her hand over her mouth, and jumped back, terrified he’d seen her. But he hadn’t looked at her as he’d passed and the car drove on without stopping.
She was trying to convince herself she’d made a mistake, that the driver couldn’t be the person she thought it was, when her phone started to ring. Still in shock, she answered it without bothering to check the caller ID.
‘Hello?’
Silence.
The silver Lexus was gone, but in her mind, she could still see it. She thought this was him, the man driving the car, calling to say he’d seen her.
‘Emer?’