Chapters (103)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Thursday
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Friday
- Chapter 11
- Saturday
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Sunday
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Monday
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Tuesday
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Wednesday
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Thursday
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Friday
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Three Months Later
- Chapter 85
- A message from TM Logan
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Copyright
‘We need to work together to stop this. To bring Ben to his senses.’
‘Makes it sound like it’s us versus him.’
‘Well Beth, I hate to be brutal about this. But that’s the way it is now.’
‘Does it have to be? Can’t it just be about bringing him back? Not even back to me – I mean, it doesn’t have to be. Bringing him back so that Alice knows he’s OK, nothing more. There doesn’t have to be anything else. Just that.’
‘That’s what I want, too.’
‘Ben will be so angry if he finds out.’
‘We have a better chance if we work together.’
She seemed to think for a moment, searching my face. Struggling towards a decision.
‘OK,’ she said finally in a small voice. ‘But just until he comes back.’
‘Deal,’ I said.
We shook hands quickly, awkwardly, her soft hand in mine for just a second before she withdrew it. She seemed to hesitate again, as if mulling something over.
‘If we’re a team, then you should probably know about this. It arrived today.’
She put a hand in the pocket of her overcoat and took out an envelope that had been torn open. It was addressed to Ben.
‘What is it?’ I said.
‘Have a look. I’ve been opening all his mail, hoping I might find something. Anything.’
At first I thought it was a credit card. There was a letter with something the size of a credit card attached to it, like you get from the bank. But when I opened the envelope it was a platinum membership card, from somewhere called the Mirage Casino.
Dear Mr Delaney,
Thank you for your email of 5 October. We are delighted to welcome you back to the exclusive membership of our Platinum Members’ Lounge at the Mirage . . .
‘The Mirage was his favourite casino in Sunderland,’ she said as I read. ‘He used to go there a few years ago to see his old friends from home.’
‘And he emailed them to renew his membership last week.’ The day before the car park.
The letter listed some of the exclusive benefits of platinum membership. Something about the name of the place rang a bell but I couldn’t remember why.
Beth added: ‘I don’t really know why I brought it with me. It just seemed really weird – I couldn’t understand why he would have renewed his membership there with everything else that’s going on. Feels like indulging in a bit of home-town nostalgia should be bottom of his priority list at the moment.’