Back Silent Night
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

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?