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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

That’s right. I know what she does. And I know where she does it. That little coffee shop on the quays. It’s amazing what you can find out from social media. I also know where she lives. I was able to figure it out by using the location map on Google with one of her ‘moving in’ bragging photos. Tara was standing outside a modern apartment block holding a big box in her hands pretending to be struggling with it. But that’s not what I saw. What I saw was someone saying, Look at me, moving in to this wonderful expensive apartment! Didn’t I do well?

Pulling the duvet up to my neck I take the phone from under my pillow and check it again. Still no reply. Maybe I should not have come to bed so early because my mind has gone off in a tangent of worry. I should have watched the TV for a while or gone for a walk – anything to relax the tension pulsating through my body. I have to talk to her; she has to know not to mention my name if someone comes asking about our stay in Huntley.

I could ring her back but that would look desperate and I don’t want to look desperate. I need her to think this is just a passing request, no big deal. ‘Just leave me out of it, Tara,’ I’ll say. ‘I’m too busy to be bothering with such matters.’

I’m hoping she’ll just agree not to mention my name without asking me why. Even though she knows why. She knows exactly why. And it’s all her bloody fault.

Also, I don’t want my father to find out the police want to question me because I know what his reaction will be. He’ll freak out and say ‘For God’s sake, Faye, what have you got yourself involved in now and what am I going to tell Larry?’ Larry is the friend of my father’s who rented Huntley Lodge to us in the first place. I imagine my father’s words echoing in my head. His disappointed voice bouncing off the walls of my skull. I place my hands on my head and urge the torment to leave. Why is this happening now? Will I never be able to say goodbye to the past?

I thought I had. The more time passed, the less I thought about Huntley and Tara Moore’s betrayal. It was packed away at the back of my mind in a box marked ‘Do not open’.