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
But Ursula wasn’t listening. She’d already left the room, slamming the door so hard that Emer felt the vibrations where she sat.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, a moment later. ‘I didn’t mean to upset her.’
‘You sure about that?’
‘I think so.’ Emer blinked hard to get rid of the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes and roll down her face. ‘Do you think she’s right, Robert?’
‘About what?’
‘That what happened to Kitty was my fault.’
‘Emer, love. How can I say whose fault it was? I wasn’t there that day. I didn’t see how Kitty ended up in the water. You’re the only one who knows the truth about that day.’
‘The problem is, I can’t really remember,’ she said. ‘I don’t remember having a row with Kitty. But Ursula is convinced that’s what happened.’
‘If that’s what she thinks,’ Robert said, ‘she must have a reason for it, don’t you think?’
‘I guess.’
Robert was silent for a moment, as if he was trying to think of what to say next.
‘Well whatever your mother thinks,’ he said eventually. ‘I’m always here for you, Emer. I hope you know that. Tell me a bit more about this cousin. How do you know about her?’
‘I knew Uncle Frank had a daughter,’ Emer said. ‘She contacted us after he died, and again after her mother died. Do you remember that?’
‘I do,’ Robert said. ‘I also remember your mother wasn’t very keen on the idea of keeping in touch with her. There was an awful lot of bad blood between those brothers, you know. She felt it was better not to get involved with any of that.’
‘I’ve googled her a few times,’ Emer said. ‘She’s a really good journalist. I was thinking, because she lives in England, I could contact her and ask her if she’d look into it for me.’
‘Let’s talk about it in a bit,’ Robert said. ‘I’d better find Ursula first and check she’s okay. Can I leave the tidying up to you?’
Emer knew if she said anything she’d start to cry. So she nodded her head, willing him to leave quickly so she could be by herself.
In her bedroom, she opened her laptop and checked her emails, like she’d done every day since Nikki left. And, as on all of those other days, there was still no email. She shouldn’t write again. She knew it was a bad idea; but knowing something and doing it were two different things.