Back Madame Burova
Chapters (70)
  1. About the Author
  2. Also by Ruth Hogan
  3. Title Page
  4. Imprint Page
  5. How to use this eBook
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. Contents
  9. The Promise
  10. Chapter 1
  11. Chapter 2
  12. Chapter 3
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Chapter 9
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Chapter 11
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. Chapter 17
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Chapter 31
  41. Chapter 32
  42. Chapter 33
  43. Chapter 34
  44. Chapter 35
  45. Chapter 36
  46. Chapter 37
  47. Chapter 38
  48. Chapter 39
  49. Chapter 40
  50. Chapter 41
  51. Chapter 42
  52. Chapter 43
  53. Chapter 44
  54. Chapter 45
  55. Chapter 46
  56. Chapter 47
  57. Chapter 48
  58. Chapter 49
  59. Chapter 50
  60. Chapter 51
  61. Chapter 52
  62. Chapter 53
  63. Chapter 54
  64. Chapter 55
  65. Chapter 56
  66. Chapter 57
  67. Chapter 58
  68. A few thoughts and more than a few thanks
  69. A Word About Our Covers
  70. Endmatter page 1

Billie had thought about little else since her trip to Brighton. She had gone over and over Imelda’s words in her head, analysing them for any cryptic clues, but if there had been any, they remained as indecipherable to her as MI5 Clive’s elastic bands.

‘She told me that I was found in the doorway to her fortune teller booth on the promenade, and that it was very early in the morning and nobody saw anything.’

Julia had returned to her dinner and was twirling spaghetti around her fork. ‘Who was it that found you?’

This was one of the things that had puzzled Billie and that she had fretted over like a kitten with a ball of wool ever since she had found out. Not the fact itself, but Imelda’s obvious reluctance to divulge it.

‘She did. Madame Burova – Imelda.’

‘So why didn’t she tell you that in her letter?’

‘I don’t know. I’m not sure she would have told me at all if I hadn’t pressed her. It was only when I asked her how she knew my dad, my real dad – oh God, this is so complicated – Dad here, that she confessed.’

‘But why wouldn’t she want you to know?’

‘Again, I have no idea. But she said that after she had called the authorities and they came to pick me up, she asked if someone could let her know what happened to me. She wanted to make sure that I was okay, and apparently when I was adopted, that message somehow got through to my dad and he wrote to her. She also made sure that they knew my name was Billie.’

Julia slammed her hands down onto the table, making the cutlery jump. ‘I’ve got it!’

Annie rolled her eyes. ‘Julia has a theory, God help us. Come on then, let’s have it.’

‘Madame Burova is your mother!’

The thought had crossed Billie’s mind more than once, and even Annie didn’t dismiss it out of hand.

‘It’s certainly a possibility,’ she conceded. ‘It would explain why she’s been so cagey with the details, and why she was so concerned about your wellbeing. But is she wealthy enough to dish out so much money, and if she is your mother, why wouldn’t she want you to know now?’

Julia was eager to back up her theory. ‘Because she’s ashamed of what she did and can’t face the possibility that you might reject her. She’s trying to make it up to you with the money because that’s something practical that she can do right now to help you without revealing the truth. Maybe she’s hoping that if you get to know her, and whatever her story was back then, the two of you can build a relationship.’