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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. August
  4. Day 1: Saturday
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Day 2: Sunday
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Day 3: Monday
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Day 4: Tuesday
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Day 5: Wednesday
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Day 6: Thursday
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Day 7: Friday
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Day 8: Saturday
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Day 9: Sunday
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Day 10: Monday
  58. Two months later
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. Detective Clare Mackay
  62. Canelo Crime
  63. About the Author
  64. Also by Marion Todd

She walked slowly out of the bedroom, her hand on the wall to steady herself. In the bathroom she turned on the shower and eased herself out of her clothes. The water was a shock and she began to shiver again. She gave herself a cursory rub with shower gel then switched the water off. It took another half hour for her to dress and make it downstairs. She felt queasy at the thought of food and wondered if she’d caught whatever had ailed Tony. Hadn’t Al said he’d be back in today? Maybe it was a twenty-four-hour thing. She had to hope so. There was simply too much to do.

She poured a glass of water and sat at the dining table to look at her phone. There was a missed call from an unfamiliar number and the voicemail icon was flashing. She clicked to play the message and listened.

‘Hello Inspector Mackay. This is Natasha Lynch from Carloway Money returning your call. I’m on holiday for a couple of weeks but, if it’s urgent, please feel free to call me back.’

She had to think for a minute. Then she remembered. Russell Fox’s financial advisor. Her finger hovered over the icon to call back then she decided against it. Her head simply wasn’t clear enough. Maybe she wasn’t up to work after all. She tapped out a brief message to Chris asking him to call Natasha then went to find the paracetamol.

Clare wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep when she became vaguely aware her phone was ringing. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked round. It was still on the dining table. She got to her feet, steadying herself on the mantelpiece and walked over to answer the call.

‘Inspector?’ a voice said.

Clare racked her brains. She’d heard the voice somewhere before, but where?

‘Yes,’ she said, surprised at how loud her own voice sounded in her head. She tugged at her earlobe trying to make it pop.

‘I need to speak to you. It’s really important.’

Who was it? She knew she’d heard it recently. But… ‘Who is this?’

‘It’s Luke,’ the voice said. ‘Luke Gasparini. Can I come to the station, please? I want to make a statement.’

Chapter 36