Chapters (71)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- A Letter from Jackie
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Jackie Walsh
Jeff nods, lifting the dishes off the counter, readying for action. He must not know what to think. He didn’t expect this drama when he said hello to me the first day we met in the elevator. Giving me his big flirty smile, winning me over straight away. But he’s been in my life, in one shape or form, ever since. I wonder, is he regretting that ‘Hi’ now?
Water washes over my body, refreshing me, and I find myself wondering what Louise is like. Will she be strong? Becca wasn’t. Will she survive this? I hope so. I also hope Danny doesn’t get into trouble, what with little Liam and lovely Joanna. But what if he did kill Katie Collins? What then? Even the idea seems completely bizarre: Danny, a killer. But something inside me argues back. Is it really so unrealistic? Did he not do it before? He said it was an accident, that he was only a little kid himself at the time, he thought he was helping Mom, thought the baby was dead. But what if that’s a lie? What if he didn’t want the new baby there? What if Danny was jealous of Becca, of having to share his adoring mom with this new baby? What if he decided to bury her knowing she was alive? What then?
Chapter Fifty-Two
Jeff holds my hand as we walk in through the sliding doors of the precinct. My nerves are tingling, making me shake all over. But I have to be strong. I have to do this. The cop at the desk tells us to wait while he gets Detective Turner.
Around me people come and go, reporting their life’s dramas, looking for answers, for help. A young man shoves past, eyes wild, anger bubbling in his blood as he rushes outside. I feel strange; this institute of trouble is not where I belong.
I check my cell to see if Danny has called. He texted twice during the night when I was out cold on Jeff’s magic pill.
Her breath is labored
Her breathing is slowing down
What does Danny want from me? Does he expect me to stand by his side and mourn the woman who abducted me? I haven’t thought yet about the funeral, or whether I’ll go. If Dad doesn’t know Mom took me, it makes the decision harder. Maybe I should go for his sake.
After a few minutes of tossing thoughts around in my mind, Detective Turner comes through.
‘Rebecca?’ she says. ‘This way.’
I turn for one last confidence boost from Jeff. He nods.
‘You’ll be okay,’ he says. ‘Just tell her the truth. I’ll be waiting here.’