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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

Singh took over, sitting down opposite the four students, getting onto their level so as to not appear intimidating.

‘First, we’d like to know when you all saw Leon last.’

‘We don’t know where he is,’ Courtney spoke up quickly. Her voice was soft, with a nasal quality to it, but her speech was clear. The detectives knew from experience that not all deaf people were fully reliant on BSL, but Forest still looked a little surprised to hear Courtney speak.

‘Don’t worry, we’ll come to that later. Think back to when you last saw him,’ Singh repeated, keeping his voice low and gentle.

A small line appeared between Courtney’s eyes as she thought. ‘Friday night, when we all went to bed. I didn’t see him in the morning.’

Same, Cassie signed.

Bradley looked at his brother. We went to bed about eleven, something like that. We didn’t see him in the morning, did we?

Kian shook his head, but didn’t add anything. I wondered how often he let Bradley speak for him.

‘Did any of you leave your rooms in the night?’

There was a pause before any of the students responded to this question, and I thought I could detect a slight flush on Cassie’s face. A movement caught my eye: Bradley’s hand snaking down to squeeze Courtney’s. This time, however, none of them looked at each other, but each in turn claimed they’d been in their rooms all night.

Singh’s next question established that they’d all been woken around seven-thirty on Saturday morning – Sasha had been in to wake the girls, and Steve the boys.

Mr Wilkinson asked us where Leon was, Kian told the detectives, his anxiety showing in the speed at which he signed. But we didn’t know, did we, Bradley? We said we didn’t know. We didn’t see him leave.

‘Okay, now let’s talk about Mr Wilkinson. When did you last see him?’ Singh asked.

‘He and Mike were talking in the kitchen when we got up,’ Courtney offered, Cassie nodding her agreement. ‘They kept asking Bradley and Kian questions. We didn’t know what was happening until Bradley told me Leon had gone.’

Bradley continued the story. When we were all up, he went out to look for Leon.

‘He didn’t come back to the cabin after that?’

All four students shook their heads.

‘Did you see anyone else outside the cabin?’ Forest asked.

There was a moment of hesitation as the four of them looked at each other again. Well, Mike went out as well, Cassie offered. He said he was going to look for Leon and Mr Wilkinson. But he came back alone.

I felt a sense of unease as a look passed between the two detectives. My head swam as a thought hit me – could Mike have done this?