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Chapters (93)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Sarah Clarke
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright
  6. Dedication
  7. Note to Readers
  8. Prologue
  9. December 2021
  10. Chapter 1
  11. Chapter 2
  12. Chapter 3
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. January 2003
  16. Chapter 6
  17. December 2021
  18. Chapter 7
  19. Chapter 8
  20. February 2003
  21. Chapter 9
  22. December 2021
  23. Chapter 10
  24. Chapter 11
  25. Chapter 12
  26. March 2003
  27. Chapter 13
  28. December 2021
  29. Chapter 14
  30. Chapter 15
  31. Chapter 16
  32. Chapter 17
  33. April 2003
  34. Chapter 18
  35. December 2021
  36. Chapter 19
  37. Chapter 20
  38. Chapter 21
  39. Chapter 22
  40. April 2003
  41. Chapter 23
  42. December 2021
  43. Chapter 24
  44. Chapter 25
  45. Chapter 26
  46. April 2003
  47. Chapter 27
  48. December 2021
  49. Chapter 28
  50. Chapter 29
  51. Chapter 30
  52. Chapter 31
  53. Chapter 32
  54. Chapter 33
  55. Chapter 34
  56. May 2003
  57. Chapter 35
  58. December 2021
  59. Chapter 36
  60. May 2003
  61. Chapter 37
  62. December 2021
  63. Chapter 38
  64. Chapter 39
  65. Chapter 40
  66. Chapter 41
  67. Chapter 42
  68. Chapter 43
  69. Chapter 44
  70. Chapter 45
  71. Chapter 46
  72. Chapter 47
  73. Chapter 48
  74. Chapter 49
  75. Chapter 50
  76. April 2003
  77. Chapter 51
  78. December 2021
  79. Chapter 52
  80. June 2003
  81. Chapter 53
  82. December 2021
  83. Chapter 54
  84. Chapter 55
  85. Chapter 56
  86. January 2022
  87. Chapter 57
  88. Epilogue
  89. A Letter from Sarah Clarke
  90. Keep Reading …
  91. Acknowledgements
  92. Dear Reader …
  93. About the Publisher

‘Come on, girls, time to go, or we’ll be late for school,’ Beth says, not daring to look at the state of the room she’s leaving behind. She likes the house to be spotless by this stage of the morning, but everything is out of kilter today. While she tried to hide it, she was shaken up by that second squatter and the anger he directed at her last night. Her attempt to cover up her distress clearly didn’t wash either, because DC Stone insisted on driving her home himself, and then waking Simon to warn him to look out for signs of shock. That led to Simon making Beth a chamomile tea to relax her, while asking a multitude of questions that wound her up.

After a long, hot shower and half a sleeping pill (she knew magnesium wouldn’t cut it) Beth had finally drifted off at about four in the morning, so when her phone started blaring Nina Simone’s ‘Feeling Good’ (still her favourite song) three hours later, it had been almost impossible to get up.

Her hands are shaking as she pushes open the front door, and ten steps later, their ornate iron gate. She reaches down to squeeze Martha’s and Ava’s hands in an effort to instil some resilience into her own, but they both seem to sense her ulterior motive and wriggle free. Her jitters could be down to lack of sleep, or the traumatic way her evening ended. But they could also be the result of catching eyes with Saskia when she climbed out of the detective’s car last night. And knowing it’s only a matter of time before her neighbour – and closest friend, she supposes – grills her about it. She would much prefer to put the whole experience behind her, but sadly Saskia isn’t the type to let a drama go unscrutinised.

‘Beth darling!’

She sighs. Saskia lives directly opposite and they usually walk to school together. Of course she wouldn’t be able to avoid this. ‘Hey, Sas, how are you?’ she asks in what she hopes sounds like a casual, indifferent tone. Saskia in an ex-journalist and has an uncanny way of wheedling out any story that piques her interest; in the past Beth has appreciated this skill, but that’s before the story centred around her.