Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Sixteen hours before the murder
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Fifteen hours before the murder
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Thirteen hours before the murder
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Twelve hours before the murder
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Eleven hours before the murder
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Ten hours before the murder
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Nine hours before the murder
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Eight hours before the murder
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Five hours before the murder
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Forty-five minutes before the murder
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Fifteen minutes before the murder
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- After
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Keep Reading …
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
Yeah, we didn’t go out for long. She did her teaching placement at the school I work in when she was training. To be honest I think she was using me so I could put in a good word for her with the teacher who was assessing her. He shrugged. Not everyone is charmed by my rugged good looks.
I laughed. Well, that’s her loss.
My mind was whirring. If Jess was the sort of person who dated men she thought could be useful to her, maybe Singh needed to delve deeper into her relationship with Steve. I made a mental note to pass this information on to him, although I knew DI Forest wouldn’t be interested in any gossip or hearsay.
Here was an opportunity – Max had told me about one of his exes; it would be easy for me to segue into telling him about Mike. Before I could sign anything, though, I thought better of it. I’d just told him I didn’t know anyone connected to the case, and if he knew my shitty ex was a potential murder suspect Max wouldn’t stop until I’d backed off from this case. I couldn’t do it.
After we’d finished eating, we walked down towards the cathedral, which was floodlit at an angle that made it seem even more imposing than it did in daylight. There were still traces of snow on the roof, and the frost on one of the rose windows glistened in the artificial light. For a while we walked without chatting, hand in hand, enjoying the crisp cold of the evening, and it gave me hope that I really was ready for a serious relationship again. Looking sideways at Max, I told myself that I had to learn to relax around him. He was really thoughtful, he treated me well and made me laugh, plus I found him really attractive. I had to stop letting my past dictate how I behaved in the present.
I pulled out my phone and texted Anna.
Not coming home tonight.
We held hands as we walked back to the car, but then I stopped dead. The car park was almost empty, but at the opposite end sat the same sports car I’d seen earlier on my street. I hadn’t checked the number plate, but it was the same make and model, so surely that was too much of a coincidence?
Is everything okay? Max asked, squeezing my shoulder.
I took a deep breath. Fine, I replied. Dozens of people must have those cars, I told myself, but the whole way home I kept checking behind us in case I saw it again.