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
I’m disappointed Faye never rang back. I really thought she would. I left two messages because the phone kept going straight to voicemail without even ringing. I hope she hasn’t changed her number or lost her phone. She’s probably just busy but I want her to know I’m here if she needs to talk about anything. If she’s worried about the investigation.
When Andriu rang late the other night I was surprised. He asked if we could meet up and I told him it was a hectic week for me. Then I felt guilty. Andriu came all the way from London for my wedding and I was brushing him off. So I arranged to see him tonight, here in the apartment at around eight. I hope he doesn’t stay long because I plan on soaking in a bath, putting on my PJs and relaxing in front of the TV for the night. Tomorrow, things are kicking off with the rehearsal at the church, then dinner at my dad’s favourite bistro. This is my last chance to have a quiet night in.
The frost that covered the balcony earlier this morning is beginning to freeze over again. I’m hoping the weather gets a bit warmer by Saturday otherwise we’ll all freeze to death in the church. It’s a big old church and no matter what they throw at it, it never seems to warm up. I was there last week with Amy and the florist and we were all shivering with the cold the whole time.
I step outside onto the balcony. The cold air wraps around my body. Crossing my arms over my chest, I listen to the siren in the distance. Somebody somewhere is in trouble. I think of the detectives. I haven’t heard from them in a couple of days but that means nothing because they could be anywhere, finding out anything, getting ready to pounce. They did say they would leave me alone this week because of the wedding and I hope they keep their word.
When I told Lucas what Sean said about not mentioning the ‘Cabhrui’ website, he said I should follow Sean’s advice. He’s the professional. He knows what he’s doing. But it doesn’t sit well with me, all this deception. Maybe the detectives would lose interest in me if they knew the truth. But what is the truth? What happened to Avril Ryan at Huntley Lodge?
In the background, my phone rings so I hurry inside but I’m too late, I’ve missed a call from Sean. I redial but it goes straight to voicemail. Then my phone beeps. He has left me a voice message.