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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Sixteen hours before the murder
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Fifteen hours before the murder
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Thirteen hours before the murder
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Twelve hours before the murder
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Eleven hours before the murder
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Ten hours before the murder
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Nine hours before the murder
  35. Chapter 25
  36. Chapter 26
  37. Chapter 27
  38. Eight hours before the murder
  39. Chapter 28
  40. Chapter 29
  41. Chapter 30
  42. Five hours before the murder
  43. Chapter 31
  44. Chapter 32
  45. Chapter 33
  46. Forty-five minutes before the murder
  47. Chapter 34
  48. Chapter 35
  49. Chapter 36
  50. Fifteen minutes before the murder
  51. Chapter 37
  52. Chapter 38
  53. After
  54. Chapter 39
  55. Chapter 40
  56. Keep Reading …
  57. Acknowledgements
  58. About the Author
  59. By the same author:
  60. About the Publisher

‘I don’t know if she’s telling the truth, but we have no evidence to contradict her. We have to assume that Leon is our main suspect now,’ he said, though I thought he was talking to himself rather than me. ‘Finding his blood at the crime scene makes it look like he and Steve fought, Leon was injured in the process, but he killed Steve. If Leon arranged to meet Joe, then found out his sixteen-year-old online boyfriend was actually his middle-aged head teacher …’ His voice tailed off and he stared out of the window for a moment. ‘Hopefully we’ll be able to get a full record of the messages between them, then we can see if they arranged to meet. And maybe we’ll get an indication of where Leon’s hiding now.’

‘Even if he did kill Steve, he’s still a victim,’ I said. ‘He was abused by his father, then found out another man was trying to take advantage of him. He won’t feel like he can trust anyone now, so where would he go?’

Singh was about to reply when there was a knock on the door. Before either of us had a chance to open it, Liz Marcek flung it open and stormed in, a tablet clutched in her hands. She shoved it in Singh’s face and he took it from her, his frown deepening as he scrolled. I glanced over and saw the browser was open to a news page, and what appeared to be a story about a staff member grooming students.

‘Who did this?’ Singh barked.

I don’t know. One of the staff just brought it to my attention. This didn’t come from anyone in the school, so I want to know what the hell you’re thinking of, leaking a story like this to the media?

Singh was skimming the story. ‘It says a source close to the investigation. That could quite easily be one of your staff.’

Liz let out a snort, then turned to me. Or it could be your interpreter. I’ve heard she has a reputation for trying to draw attention to herself.

I was so taken aback at her accusation that Singh had to prompt me to interpret it for him. I opened my mouth to reply, to defend myself, but he cut me off.

‘Miss Marcek, I understand that you’re angry, but I will not accept unfounded allegations being levelled at my colleagues. The only people who know who leaked this are the reporter, and the leak themselves. This story is just as damaging to our investigation as it is to your school.’

To hell with your investigation, she signed, a snarl on her face. The man’s dead now, what does it matter who killed him if he was a pervert preying on our students? They’ve done us a favour.