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  1. OVER MY DEAD BODY
  2. Jeffrey Archer
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  36. About the Author
  37. Also by Jeffrey Archer
  38. About the Publisher

‘Don’t you want to marry me?’ asked Ross, sounding desperate.

‘Yes, I do,’ she said quietly. ‘But after I’ve told you the truth, you won’t want to marry me.’

CHAPTER 13

BETH PICKED UP THE PHONE on her desk.

‘There’s a Mrs Christina Faulkner in reception. She wonders if you could possibly see her.’

She was well prepared for this moment, though William had warned her it would come when she least expected it.

She took a deep breath. ‘Send her up,’ she said. While Beth waited, she repeated William’s mantra whenever he was dealing with a suspect: Listen, listen, listen, in the hope they’ll say something they later regret.

There was a gentle tap on the door. Usually, Christina came charging into the office unannounced, assuming Beth would drop everything for her. But not today.

‘Come in,’ said Beth, while remaining seated behind her desk.

The door opened slowly. The woman who entered her office was not the Christina she knew of old: self-assured, confident, in control. She stood hesitantly in the doorway, waiting for Beth to make the first move.

Beth didn’t suggest she sit in the comfortable chair by the fire that Christina usually commandeered, but gestured to the seat on the other side of her desk, as if she were a junior member of staff. Christina meekly obeyed, and slumped down on the wooden chair, but didn’t speak.

Listen, listen, listen.

‘I don’t know where to start,’ she said in a faltering voice.

‘By telling the truth for a change?’ suggested Beth.

A long silence followed before it all came pouring out. ‘I apologize for having behaved so badly, and would quite understand if you felt you could never forgive me.’

Listen, listen, listen.

‘I’m not like you, straightforward, uncomplicated and scrupulously honest. It’s one of the many reasons I admire you so much, and was proud to think I was your friend.’

Don’t fall for the flattery, William had warned. Listen, listen, listen.

‘I became used to a way of life that didn’t always make that possible, but my farce of a marriage has finally made me come to my senses, whatever the consequences.’

Try to remember that she doesn’t even know when she’s lying, William had told her. Next, she’ll try to appeal to your better nature.

‘However, during the past few weeks, I’ve come to realize just how much I value your friendship, and hope it might still be possible for you to forgive me, although there’s no reason you should.’

Listen, listen, listen.

‘If I could tell you where Miles was, I would, but he’s made no attempt to contact me since the day of the wedding, other than through his mouthpiece, the loathsome Booth Watson, who simply tells me to keep my mouth shut if I want to continue receiving my monthly payment. He ordered me to come and see you today and try to find out if William knows where Miles is.’ Christina looked up at Beth for the first time.