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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 heard a clatter as Liz came after us, and a grunt as she gave up and climbed over the bed. I wasn’t used to carrying heavy weights, and Cassie was nearly the same height as me. She was partly conscious and managed to bear some of her own weight, but I’d only got her as far as the communal area when Liz burst out of Cassie’s room. Pushing Cassie towards a sofa, I grabbed the huge TV and launched it into Liz’s path, slowing her down once more. Suddenly Singh was there, grabbing Cassie and trying to lift her. From outside, I heard sirens, and I got hold of Cassie’s other arm, helping Singh to get her outside, where Sasha and Leon were waiting, the lights of two police cars racing down the drive behind them.

Chapter 40

Thursday 6th December

The atmosphere in the school was a sombre one when we entered the building the next day. There was a feeling of relief at the police having caught the culprit, but it was overlaid with the shock of finding out who had been responsible. I had insisted on being present when they interviewed Leon, despite Forest wanting to get another interpreter and grumbling about me getting myself involved again.

After all Leon had been through, it was agreed that it was best to take his statement in a familiar environment. Sasha met us at the door to the residence and let us in.

He’s doing okay, considering, but I don’t know how well he slept last night, she explained, ushering us all into the building. I stayed over in one of the staff bedrooms, for a bit more reassurance, and he asked me if he could keep his door open. I’m going to arrange to get him some counselling.

Sasha took us into the library, where Leon was already waiting. He smiled when he saw me.

Thank you for helping me, he said. I don’t even know your name.

I’m Paige, I replied. I’m the interpreter.

You’re not a police officer?

I shook my head. No, I wasn’t even supposed to be there yesterday, I told him with a wry smile and a sideways look at DS Singh.

‘I’m glad you were,’ Singh told me. It had transpired that an argument had broken out between Lincolnshire and Humberside police forces over who should be attending, which meant they were delayed in getting to Liz’s house. Apparently, DI Forest had gone ballistic, and for once I wished I’d been there to see it.

‘Leon, we’d like to ask you some questions,’ Forest began once we were all seated. ‘We’d like you to think back to the day you went on the school trip and tell us what happened.’