Back Before You Were Gone
Chapters (58)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-one
  24. Twenty-two
  25. Twenty-three
  26. Twenty-four
  27. Twenty-five
  28. Twenty-six
  29. Twenty-seven
  30. Twenty-eight
  31. Twenty-nine
  32. Thirty
  33. Thirty-one
  34. Thirty-two
  35. Thirty-three
  36. Thirty-four
  37. Thirty-five
  38. Thirty-six
  39. Thirty-seven
  40. Thirty-eight
  41. Thirty-nine
  42. Forty
  43. Forty-one
  44. Forty-two
  45. Forty-three
  46. Forty-four
  47. Forty-five
  48. Forty-six
  49. Forty-seven
  50. Forty-eight
  51. Forty-nine
  52. Fifty
  53. Fifty-one
  54. Acknowledgements
  55. An Eastbourne Murder Mystery
  56. Canelo Crime
  57. About the Author
  58. Also by Sheila Bugler

‘Well I’m glad too. But don’t think this means I forgive you, Kitty. I’m not ready to do that just yet.’

‘I don’t blame you,’ Kitty said. ‘I’d feel the same way if I was you.’

‘Well, you’ve done the right thing now. That’s got to count for something, I suppose.’

‘What would you have done if you’d killed me?’ Kitty asked.

‘I don’t know.’ Maeve shrugged. ‘I hadn’t thought that far ahead. All I could think about was making you suffer.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ Kitty said. ‘I know how pointless it is to say that now, but it’s the truth. I wanted to contact you, Maeve. There were plenty of times when I almost got in touch.’

‘What stopped you?’

‘I was scared. It’s no excuse, I know. I’m sorry.’

‘You’re right,’ Maeve said. ‘It’s no excuse.’ She nodded at Kitty’s legs. ‘You’re going to have to stay like that until I can find something to cut you loose.’

‘I’ve got a nail clipper in my bag,’ Kitty said. ‘Try that.’

‘Maybe I’m not ready to untie you.’ Maeve walked over to the window, stood with her back to Kitty for several minutes.

‘Oh, to hell with it,’ she said eventually.

She crossed the room, out of Kitty’s eyeline.

‘Got them,’ Maeve said. She came back to Kitty, nail clipper in hand, and set about cutting the ties. It took a while but eventually Kitty’s wrists were free and she was able to sit up while Maeve started on the cable ties around her ankles.

‘I’d been thinking about going into business with Robert,’ Maeve said, as she worked on the cable ties. ‘We’d been talking about opening a hotel together. I was keen to expand to another part of the country, and Robert was looking for a sound investment. I know it’s a risk going into business with someone else. But I really thought I could trust Robert.

‘We’d arranged to meet at his house to discuss next steps. When I got there, he was in the garden with your mother. They were talking about you. Emer had told them about seeing you in London, and Robert was asking if it was possible you could still be alive. Your mother kept insisting it wasn’t. She said you’d drowned that day, and that was the end of it.

‘I must have made a noise then, because suddenly they stopped speaking. So I went around the corner and pretended I’d just arrived. But later, during my meeting with Robert, I told him I’d overheard some of their conversation. And I told him if there was any chance you might be alive, I wanted to help find you.