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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

‘Give the inspector a prize!’ He inclined his head so he could see Luke’s face. ‘You didn’t know I was listening when that Gerrard guy took your call, did you? He didn’t know either. I was out having a slash when I heard him heading into the hall. Phone going. So I thought I’d just have a listen. Heard him say Yeah, Luke? Then a pause. Then Gerrard, he says, Don’t worry. I’ve told him to get himself up to the treetop walk in the morning. It’s perfect.’ He shook his head. ‘At the time I didn’t think much about it. Thought it was some kind of birthday surprise. Like a plane towing one of those messages behind. Happy Birthday Russell. That kind of thing. Few drinks later, and I forgot about it. Next thing it’s the morning, still early, and I hear the red-haired lad, Eamon, he says there’s been an accident. Something happened to Russell. Have to call the cops.’ He glanced at Clare. ‘Bearing in mind I was supposed to be dead, I thought I’d better leg it.’

‘But, if you’d heard Doug and Luke talking on the phone,’ Clare said, ‘why didn’t you come straight to us and tell us what you’d heard?’

‘Couldn’t.’

‘You mean you’d rather let a murderer go free than admit to us you hadn’t died all these years ago?’

‘I don’t mean that. At the time, I wasn’t even sure what the phone call had meant. And the lad Eamon, he didn’t say Russell had been shot – nothing like that. So I got out of the way before you lads arrived.’ He paused for a moment then went on. ‘I wondered, ye know, wondered if there was something in that call. But then your boss said they could all leave that fancy hotel so I thought I must have got it wrong. Then Gaby said would I come and stay with them, here, in this cottage. And this one,’ he nodded down at Luke, ‘well, he seemed so normal. I started to think I was wrong.’

Chris had moved into the room now and he began edging round the side of the coffee table.

‘Not another step, Sergeant,’ David said. ‘I’ll happily cut his throat and spend the rest of my life behind bars. Anything to get him away from Gaby.’

Chris held out his hands to indicate he understood, and David went on.