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
After hiding around the corner for a few minutes, I go back to see Andriu has left the hallway. He didn’t leave the building, so he’s gone back up to Tara. I’ve never seen him like this. Crazy with anger. I’m scared now. Scared for Tara. What will I do?
I need to get to her to warn her but how? I could knock on her neighbour’s door and tell them she’s in trouble – maybe they’ll have her fiancé’s number or a key. Time is ticking. I look to my right to the bright lights of Reilly’s Bar in the hope that Lucas or someone who knows her might be in there.
Chapter Sixty-Three
Tara
I walk around the apartment with tears flowing down my face. My teeth are gnashing with fear. Faye has come to my apartment just like Andriu warned me she might. I’m finding it hard to believe Faye would hurt me, though. She might just have wanted to confront me. To tell me how I destroyed her life just like she did that night on the phone when she was drunk and she blurted out her hate for me.
Of course if Andriu is right and she did kill Avril Ryan, accidentally or not, it means she is capable of some level of violence which, accompanied by rage, could result in disaster. I could have been in real danger if I was here on my own. I’m so lucky Andriu called tonight.
I hope he’s talking her down. Trying to get her to leave me alone. He has been gone a long time. Opening the door of the balcony, I see that the night sky twinkles like a scene from a Disney movie. It feels more like a Stephen King movie down here.
I look over the side of the balcony to see if I can spot Andriu and Faye out on the street. There’s no sign of them. The street is empty. A stray black cat crosses the road, bringing me luck, I hope. Its tail sways from side to side as if conducting its body. I consider how free that cat is. How lovely it must be to be the conductor of your own symphony, your own life. I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself. That will be me soon, I hope, when I get to Australia.
I take one last look down the street but I can’t see either of them. They must be in the lobby. Maybe Andriu has brought Faye inside to calm her down. Maybe he called her a taxi and is waiting with her for it to arrive. But what is she doing here in the first place if she’s supposed to be in hospital? Did she just leave? Is she really that unhinged?