I slam the lid of the laptop shut, and take my cup into the kitchen. Barbara’s words twist through my head. I’m sad to hear that Harry, Ben’s father, who was so kind to me when the bad thing happened, is dead, but I can’t really think about that now. More pressing is working out what Barbara was trying to imply in that email. I stand for a moment, my hands resting on the kitchen counter, and then a horrible realization creeps up my spine. I may still have no idea why I put Elspeth into the back of the car and drove her to her death on the 12th May but someone does and that someone is Barbara Cosgrove.

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