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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Chapter Fifty-Three
  56. Chapter Fifty-Four
  57. Chapter Fifty-Five
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
  60. About the Author
  61. About the Book
  62. Read On
  63. Praise for Susan Lewis and Her Books
  64. Also by Susan Lewis
  65. About the Publisher

He shrugged. “We have no way of knowing, but I think I should be in touch with Carl Phillips, in London. He was the investigating officer when they were thought to be missing. I’d like to get his take on what we should do.”

“And in the meantime? Do I say anything to Claudia?”

He threw out his hands. “You know her better than I do. Is it going to freak her out if she thinks she’s been found?”

“Possibly, probably. I’ll wait until you’ve spoken to Phillips.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

I’ve been trying to think of how to get around to this bit of my story, as Dan calls it. Story! Makes it sound like some kind of fairy tale, but as we know it’s a long way from that.

I’ve been dreading it, knowing it was coming, but I get that it has to be done. I mean, I could always say fuck it and move on, the way I usually do, but that’s not making me feel too good. I guess it’s talking to Dan that’s got me seeing things differently. He says I’m starting to see myself differently, but I’m not sure he’s right about that.

Anyway, here goes with the first part of how our paths came to cross. I just want you to know that I’m not in the business of naming names. That’s not going to happen. I have to think about my ma and what might be done to her if I put someone in the frame over this. Hope you understand.

So, it kicked off when BJ turns up one day and says he’s got a job for me. It’s not him who wants it done (it never is), it’s his bosses, obvs. One of the PCs has solicited their assistance with a certain situation and they’ve called in their man, BJ, who passes it to me because it’s in my neck of the woods.

It turns out to be a spot of breaking and entering and they’re paying well. The PC and his reps want a briefcase thought to be in a house on Westleigh Heights. I’m no expert when it comes to that sort of job, but it turns out to be easy enough. I scoped the place for a couple of nights, getting an idea of who was in when, and times it was most likely to be empty, and on the third night I went in through a back window.

I poked around for over an hour, keeping alert for anyone returning. No one did, but the longer I was there the greater the risk so I left—minus a briefcase.