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
I’m worried about the residential kids, she blurted out. I don’t know why I came back here, what I thought it would achieve, but it was better than doing nothing.
What are you worried about? I asked her.
I think there’s something going on. They’re too close to each other, if that’s possible. I could feel her leg jiggling nervously against the table leg. We’ve had a few incidents and they’ve all completely closed ranks, so we’ve not been able to find out what happened and who was involved.
What sort of incidents? I asked, thinking about Bradley and Courtney and the videotape.
She bit her lip. I can’t tell you. They’re children in care, and I’m their social worker, so some things have to be kept confidential. But I know something at that school isn’t right.
Since Leon ran away, you mean?
No, she said, looking out of the window next to her. I’ve been worried about it for a while. Have you ever known anyone who’s been in a relationship with someone really manipulative? They’re besotted with this person, but you know they’ve actually been completely brainwashed, and they’re just not interested in themselves any more?
I looked down at my drink. I’d never had a friend in that situation; I’d never seen it from the outside.
I know what you mean, I replied, not trusting myself to say anything more.
Well they’re like that, Sasha continued. As if there’s someone telling them what to do. I think one of the kids has managed to get the others wrapped round their little finger.
Which one? I tried to keep my eagerness at bay as I asked the question, but I felt like Sasha knew something which she was keeping to herself.
She threw her arms up. That’s what’s so bloody frustrating, I can’t figure it out. Cassie is the oldest, but I don’t think she’s bright enough to do something like that. Courtney isn’t interested enough in the others. Kian’s the youngest, he doesn’t have enough influence, and Bradley wouldn’t be able to keep something like that a secret.
I thought about what she’d said. So, you think it was Leon? You think he was controlling the others somehow?