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
She shrugged. As far as I’m concerned he’s a complete and utter bastard, so I wouldn’t put anything past him.
I sat down and pulled my shoes off, taking a deep breath before I replied. I was reminded of how Jess had reacted to the suggestion that Steve had been grooming Leon. Was I doing the same thing?
It wasn’t Mike, I told her. Is that what you needed me to talk about?
She shook her head. I sent the story to Jane Villiers, and she asked if you would go and see her again tomorrow.
Just me? I asked, puzzled.
That’s what she said, Anna replied with a shrug. Maybe she knows something and wants you to pass it on to the police.
If she’s got something to report to the police she should contact them herself, I replied. I’m not a go-between.
Anna frowned at me. No, but I thought you’d want the opportunity to do a little digging.
Actually no, I don’t. I want them to find Leon and for all of this to be over. I sat back on the sofa and closed my eyes, and stayed there for about ten minutes. She didn’t bring it up again.
We’d agreed to postpone our trip to the Christmas market until things were a little less stressful, so when Max texted on Saturday morning and asked if I wanted to go out I jumped at the offer.
Where are we going? I asked as I climbed in his car.
He turned to look at me, and bit his lip as if he was thinking about something.
You might not agree to this, he began, but I’ve had an idea.
I waited for him to continue, unsure of what he was going to suggest.
The park at Normanby Hall is open to the public again, he continued. Do you want to go up there for a walk? It hasn’t snowed for a couple of days now, so the paths will be clear.
Oh. I really don’t know about that, I replied, my stomach churning slightly at the thought of going back there. It had been creepy walking around the park with Singh the other day, and I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to think of the place in the same way.
I know you’ll probably say no, because of what happened. I mean, you found a body, I know it’s awful, but I thought it would be nice to go and make another positive memory, to try and balance out the negative. Remember that picnic, in the summer? We had such a lovely day. That’s what I want you to remember about Normanby Hall. Do you see what I mean?