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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR Her Last Holiday
  3. PRAISE FOR C.L. TAYLOR
  4. See what readers are saying about Her Last Holiday …
  5. See what bloggers are saying about C.L. TAYLOR …
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. Her Last Holiday Book Club Questions
  65. Keep Reading …
  66. About the Author
  67. By the same author:
  68. About the Publisher

Jubilation burns in Fran’s chest – she’s done it, she’s solved the mystery. One person didn’t murder Jenna, all three of them did. They’ve as much as admitted it. She taps her pockets, clumsily feeling for her phone. She’s going to call the police, have them taken in for questioning. Why isn’t Caroline smiling jubilantly at her? It’s done. It’s over. Jenna can finally rest in—

‘To Tim Chambers and Bessie Grange.’ Phoenix raises his empty glass.

Renata swipes at her eyes. ‘To Bessie and Tim.’

‘Bessie and Tim,’ Damian repeats.

Fran shakes her head. What are they talking about? Who are Tim Chambers and Bessie Grange? What are they talking about? She screws her eyes shut and digs around in her brain. She knows those names. Why does she know them?

Her blood runs cold.

The Gozo three didn’t drink because they killed Jenna. They drank because they dragged Tim and Bessie’s bodies out of the sweat lodge. They watched their friends die.

‘I’m … I’m …’ She tries to say she’s sorry – for asking something so insensitive, for putting them through so much pain – but before she can finish her sentence, her stomach twists violently and she vomits all over her thighs.

Chapter 34

Then

JENNA

Jenna can’t sleep. She’s been lying beneath the cool, starched hotel duvet for hours, twisting and shifting, unable to get comfortable as Erica snuffles softly in her sleep in the next bed. Just a few hours earlier, Jenna felt light and happy as she left her session with Tom. After she opened up about her family situation, Tom got her to do a breathing exercise to make her feel more grounded, then a visualisation where she had to imagine blowing all of her fears into a balloon and then letting go of it. Finally, he had her relive the experience of finding out that she wasn’t related to her dad whilst Tom moved his fingers in the air and she followed them with her eyes. It was Integral Eye Movement Therapy, he told her afterwards, and when she dug into herself, searching for the deep pain that had been weighing her down for months, she couldn’t locate it. It wasn’t gone for good though, Tom told her. She’d need more sessions and there was more work Jenna would have to do outside of the retreat to help heal herself.