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Back Her White Lie
Chapters (72)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  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. Chapter Fifty-Six
  59. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  60. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  61. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  62. Chapter Sixty
  63. Chapter Sixty-One
  64. Chapter Sixty-Two
  65. Chapter Sixty-Three
  66. Chapter Sixty-Four
  67. Chapter Sixty-Five
  68. Chapter Sixty-Six
  69. Chapter Sixty-Seven
  70. A letter from Jackie
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Jackie Walsh

Ryan interrupts him. ‘No, this is my shout, Lucas, you got the last one.’ Ryan moves away, leaving Amy with no one to chat to. She turns her attention to me and Andriu but I give her such a look she knows to back off.

‘No, nothing that I can think of.’ I look away from Andriu and stare at the ice melting in the glass in front of me. Was I wrong to expect my friend to assist me? To sit there and watch me administer a lethal dose to my mother while she waited with a vial of morphine in case something went wrong? Oh God, what did I do? I lift the glass and down the rest of my drink in an attempt to slow down the panic rising in me. And then I think, but she’s a doctor, she knew what she was doing, she offered to help.

‘Andriu, why do you think Faye could have something to do with the murder? Do you think she killed the woman? Faye could never do that. For God’s sake, Andriu.’

He notices the disbelief and anger creeping into my voice and decides to back off. ‘Forget I said anything, Tara. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that about Faye.’

‘No you shouldn’t.’

‘Look, there’s no point opening old wounds. You don’t know what was going on between us back then. How crazy she’d become. She accused me of sleeping with you, for God’s sake.’

‘What? Why would she think I slept with you?’

Baffled by Andriu’s comment, I remember the night she tossed Andriu out of Huntley Lodge, her words flying angrily throughout the house. Andriu had been unfaithful. That much I could make out. My heart was bleeding for her and when I heard her shout that she could trust no one anymore, I wanted to run up the stairs and hug her, tell her she had me. That she would always be able to trust me. But I was puking into the sink at the time and I didn’t think it right to interfere. I thought the next day would be better when she’d calmed down. I would talk to her then, remind her she could trust me. That we would always have each other. But when the following day arrived, Faye never mentioned the row. Or Andriu. Or anything that happened the previous night. She just left.

Christ, after all she did for me, I really hope she doesn’t think I slept with Andriu. But I’m confused as to why she would think that? What would even put that idea into her head?

Chapter Forty-Three