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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

He shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I just didn’t think he’d be your type, I suppose.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I asked with a short laugh, but my stomach was starting to churn with annoyance at his tone.

‘Nothing. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.’

‘You and I don’t exactly know each other very well outside of work,’ I pointed out. ‘I don’t think you’d really know what my type is.’

‘You’re right. Forget I said it.’

He turned and continued walking away from me, and I paused for a moment before I followed him. When we’d worked together before, Rav Singh and I had got on well, and I thought we could have become friends, perhaps even closer than that, but then I didn’t hear from him after the investigation was over. Then again, I hadn’t got in touch either, so I couldn’t really blame him.

We continued in silence for a moment, being careful where we stepped. There was a slushy line of footprints where several people had obviously walked before us, and we stuck to it.

‘So, who are the staff members that were on the trip with these kids?’

‘The head teacher, a support assistant as well as a social worker,’ Singh replied, referring to a notebook he’d pulled out of his pocket. ‘The social worker isn’t technically school staff, but she joined them on the trip. They last saw Leon around half past ten last night, when the kids went to bed. He was sharing a room with two other boys, but they didn’t notice him leaving the room at any point. When they woke up this morning and realised Leon wasn’t in the cabin, they checked his belongings, but his bag had gone.’

He looked up at the branches above us, which were dipping ominously with the weight of the snow on them. ‘It was still snowing when they got up, so any tracks away from the cabin had been covered and they couldn’t tell which way Leon had gone. The head teacher, Steve Wilkinson, went out to look for Leon, but he hasn’t been seen since either, and he’s not answering his phone. The support assistant went out to try and see where he’d gone, but when he couldn’t find them he called the deputy head, and she told him to call the police.’

‘Were there any witnesses?’ I asked, keeping my eyes on the path so I didn’t fall over in the snow.