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Chapters (53)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. About the Authors

‘GOOD! I’LL HELP YOU PACK!’ Helen screeched back, and they made a lunge at each other just as Sean came running into the kitchen and stood between them.

‘What in God’s name is going on?’ he bellowed. ‘I could hear you through my headphones!’

‘Dad!’ wailed Alice, tears now streaming down her face, ‘Helen’s being such a bitch! You said she didn’t blame me for Frankie, but she does! She just screamed at me for no reason and said she does blame me!’

‘I didn’t say that, I just asked what she was doing that night. Perfectly reasonable question, I’d have thought.’ Helen made a monumental effort to regain control, not wanting Sean to see her lose it in front of Alice. She walked over to the sink and picked up the blue sponge, wiping up the spilled coffee on the table with shaking hands. Sean folded his daughter in his arms, and she collapsed into his chest, sobbing dramatically. Helen gritted her teeth.

The phone rang, and she rushed into the hall to answer it, desperate to get away from both of them. When she picked up she immediately wished she hadn’t – it was Eileen. The last person she needed to speak to. But when she managed to decipher what her mother-in-law was saying, she felt all the blood rush from her head and she had to cling on to the wall to stop herself fainting.

‘I’m round Margaret’s.’ Margaret was a woman who lived nearby whom Eileen had befriended. ‘Have you seen it, Helen, on TV? It’s on the news, turn it on, quick, there’s a siege, they’re saying the kidnapped kids are there, it’s only up the road from you in Richmond, oh my goodness, Frankie’s there, somebody’s holding them hostage . . .’

Helen dropped the phone and ran back into the kitchen, all her rage gone. ‘They’ve found her! She’s in a house in Richmond, quick, let’s go, Alice – bring the iPad and let’s find out where they are on the way, we have to go now, they’re saying that she and Liam McConnell are both there being held hostage – oh God, oh God, please let her be OK – come on, please, please . . .’

Chapter 25

Chapter 25
Patrick – Day 4