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

‘Because I told you yesterday that I would. So that’s what I’m going to do. I know how important this is to you.’

‘Thanks, Dee. I really appreciate it.’

‘It’s a pleasure,’ Dee said. ‘Actually, I was wondering if you fancy meeting for a quick coffee?’

‘Not now,’ Emer said. ‘Sorry. First day in my new job. I’m already crazy busy.’

‘Where are you working?’

‘The City,’ Emer said. ‘Isn’t that what you guys call your financial district?’

‘That’s where I am right now,’ Dee said. In fact, she was just south of the City, but she knew it was only a short walk from the river to the City of London with its narrow streets and glass and concrete buildings rising up to meet the clear blue sky. ‘I’m happy to hang around until you’re finished? It would be lovely to see you before I go back to Eastbourne.’

‘I’ll be working really late,’ Emer said. ‘It’s always like this on short-term contracts. I could be here for another six hours. That’s why I need you, Dee. I’m going to be working flat out. How about I give you a ring tomorrow and maybe we can sort something out the next time you’re in London?’

‘Okay.’ Dee was disappointed, but told herself it was to be expected. Today was, after all, Emer’s first day in her new job. She was probably doing all she could to prove herself. ‘And hopefully you can come down to Eastbourne soon. My house is right on the beach. If the weather stays like this you’ll be able to swim in the sea.’

‘Sounds great,’ Emer said. ‘Sorry, Dee. I really have to go. Catch you soon, yeah?’

Dee had planned to spend the time on the train getting some writing done. After a period when she couldn’t get any work, her career was taking off again. A recent story she’d written, exploring the links between two murders sixty years apart, had been picked up by one of the national papers and she’d barely paused for breath since. Alongside regular writing jobs, she’d also been busy doing interviews for radio and TV. She’d signed the publishing deal and her agent was also in talks with a radio production company to do a six-part series about the two victims.

Suddenly, everyone seemed interested in what Dee had to say. It was exhilarating to be in demand again, and she wanted to make the most of it. The sudden upsurge in work couldn’t have come at a better time. It had kept her from slipping into the dark place she’d been in after she’d first moved back to Eastbourne. Most importantly, it had kept her mind off Ed Mitchell and their recent, failed relationship.