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
‘It’s imperative we find Leon; he’s in grave danger. This killer has been successful twice and it could have been three times if they hadn’t been interrupted. I’d better go and speak to the deputy head while we wait for a crime scene crew,’ he said, but when we walked over to the main building we discovered Liz Marcek was in a meeting with the governors.
‘It’s been going on for hours,’ the receptionist, Karen, told us, keeping her voice low. ‘I took in tea and coffee a little while ago, but they didn’t show any sign of wrapping it up.’
‘You might as well go home,’ Singh told me, and he walked me back to my car. ‘Don’t worry too much about Mike,’ he said.
I didn’t tell him that far from being worried about Mike, there was a part of me that wondered if I might be rid of him once and for all.
Chapter 36
I texted Max before I left, and he told me he’d meet me at my flat. I was looking forward to coming home and cuddling up with him. I needed a break from the case, from the atmosphere in the school, from everything to do with Mike, and I hoped an evening with Max would provide that.
I opened the door to the flat and immediately felt the tension in the air. Naively, I jumped to the conclusion that Max and Anna had had a falling-out and I would have to come in and smooth things over. When I walked into the living room, however, I could see that something had happened. Max was leaning against a wall with his arms folded and Anna was sitting on the sofa, her jumper pulled over her knees like she used to do when she was a teenager and she knew she was in trouble.
Hi, I signed to them both. Everything okay?
Why the hell did you never tell me about Mike? Max signed, the expression on his face a mixture of hurt and anger.
I shot a look at Anna, and she winced. He started asking questions, and I wasn’t going to lie to him. I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you hadn’t told him anything at all.
When you said you didn’t want to talk about your past relationships I assumed there’d been someone pretty crap, but I didn’t expect this, Max signed, his face red. And now you’re working with him?
I’m not working with him, I snapped. He works at the school in Lincoln where I’ve been for a few interviews, that’s all.