Chapters (72)
- Cover
- Dedication
- 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
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- A letter from Jackie
- About the Author
- Also by Jackie Walsh
What must she have thought? I left her when she needed me most. Walked out on her the same week she buried her mam. Andriu was gone. I was in pain, confused and I wanted her to be too.
‘Faye, thank you for agreeing to meet with us again. I know it’s not ideal…’
The detective glances around the meeting room, which is the one I usually have my sessions with Fionn in. She speaks softly, acknowledging my situation, believing me to be weaker than her usual subjects because I’m in here. The detective is wrong. I’m stronger.
I stare directly at her, letting her know she can stop the crap talk and get on with it.
‘Something has come to light, Faye and we thought maybe you’d be able to help us.’
‘I’ll try.’
‘As you know, we are investigating the murder of Avril Ryan at Huntley Lodge sometime after the eighth of September 2016, when you were a resident there.’
‘Yes,’ I nod.
‘Have you remembered anything you want to tell us?’
‘No.’
‘The “Cabhrui” website, maybe?’ She holds my stare.
‘Sorry?’
‘“Cabhrui”, a website that helps people who want to end their own life.’
‘What about it?’ My heart is hammering on the wall of my chest but I’m so good at lying now, I can easily disguise my shock. ‘Never heard of it,’ I say, following my comment, as all good liars do, with a bit of embellishment: ‘Is there really a website that does that? I thought that was illegal in this country.’
‘It is, Faye, but that’s not what we’re interested in. We’re here because the site was run by Avril Ryan. It’s possible someone knew she was running it and was blackmailing her.’
‘Or she was blackmailing someone who used it,’ Mullins adds.
Inside, I’m wilting. Is this true? Could Tara have got into trouble with the woman? Was Avril Ryan trying to blackmail her? My eyes are still focused on Detective Lee. Shaking my head from side to side, I put a calm expression on my face and tell her I know nothing about the website. Then she mentions Tara and it takes all my strength not to punch her in the face to shut her up.
‘You don’t see Tara Moore anymore, she tells me.’
‘No, we went our separate ways… boyfriend trouble.’ It’s the first thing I can think of.
‘Oh? She never mentioned that.’
‘She doesn’t know. I did something I wasn’t proud of and I found it hard to hang with her after that.’
Detective Lee frowns.
‘Oh. It’s nothing illegal,’ I chuckle. ‘I was young… stupid.’
Detective Lee isn’t impressed by the lack of interest I’m showing. She’s staring me down. Trying to make me think she can see through my lies. But she’s wasting her time.
‘Okay,’ she finally says.