Chapters (80)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- CHAPTER 60
- CHAPTER 61
- CHAPTER 62
- CHAPTER 63
- CHAPTER 64
- CHAPTER 65
- CHAPTER 66
- CHAPTER 67
- CHAPTER 68
- CHAPTER 69
- CHAPTER 70
- A LETTER TO MY READERS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY RACHEL ABBOTT
- OTHER NOVELS BY RACHEL ABBOTT
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- READING GROUP QUESTIONS
Jack didn’t exactly rub his hands together, but Tom could feel his pleasure. He had a puzzle to solve, and he was loving every moment of it. Perhaps he and his brother weren’t so different after all. They had a shared obsession with unravelling tangled webs, even if their methodologies were somewhat different.
Tom felt a rising sense of excitement. He knew Jack was going to find something. The only problem was, he didn’t know what he would be able to do with it. The information would be illegally obtained. He had no means of passing it on.
Rules were there for a purpose, but sometimes Tom felt the urge to break them.
‘Got it!’ Jack shouted.
CHAPTER 55
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The woman Hannah now knew to be Rosa – the woman with whom she had spent the last four months of her life, and about whom she had known nothing until a few hours ago – sat on the end of Hannah’s bed, her knees drawn up tight to her chest, her whole body trembling. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since they had been given anything to eat or drink, and they had no idea why they were being left alone.
Since the early bouts of sickness, Rosa’s system seemed to be reacting better than Hannah’s, although for months she had seemed weak and on the point of giving up.
‘They were ready to let me go,’ she told Hannah, who was lying down, curled up tightly, trying hard to stop the attacks of nausea. ‘Whatever they gave me didn’t calm me down, it made me depressed, which meant I was no use to them. The doctor changed my meds – I don’t know what to – and I felt more and more as if all I wanted was to die. He said he would help me when the time came, like he’d helped the others before.’
‘How many others?
‘There have been a couple since I’ve been here, but the doctor doesn’t seem to want to let anyone go until there’s a replacement. Who would clean for them then?’
Hannah felt the anxiety well up inside her again, and told herself it was only a withdrawal symptom. ‘To think that when they went away on holiday, I was scared they wouldn’t come back. I thought I needed them to protect me, to keep me safe. I was glad when they came back.’
Rosa gave a shaky laugh. ‘Clever Thea, making all our meals in advance. And providing a big supply of her so-called “vitamins” to keep us healthy.’
Hannah realised that Thea and the doctor had been sure they would not escape from the cellar while they were away. Even if she and Rosa hadn’t eaten the food or taken the drugs, they would still have been locked in. Nobody knew that Hannah had worked out which keys to press to open the door to their prison.