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 promise, I signed, drawing a cross over my heart. Still, it’s a nasty situation. I hope they find the boy soon.
There aren’t too many places a teenager can hide in this sort of weather. Max nodded towards the window, through which I could see it had started to snow again. If he’s out there on his own, he’ll be found soon.
But what if he’s not? What if someone has him? I asked.
Max frowned. I don’t know. I’m sorry. He squeezed my shoulder. I’m sure he’ll be okay.
Let’s talk about something else, I told him. I need something to take my mind off it, if I can’t be doing anything useful.
I stayed at Max’s flat for a couple of hours, and by the time I left I felt more relaxed than I had in days. He was such easy company, and it always felt like he knew just what I needed him to say. I didn’t know what the future held for the two of us – I was still wary about long-term commitment, given how my relationship with Mike had turned out – but the present was enjoyable and uncomplicated.
When I arrived home, I found Anna sitting in the living room watching a TV programme about bailiffs.
Want to go out and get something to eat? I asked her.
I’m watching this, she replied, nodding to the TV. I watched it for a moment, then stood between her and the screen.
No, you’re not. Whatever that is, it’s about as entertaining as a poke in the eye.
This brought a slight smile, and she looked down at the old T-shirt she was wearing. I’ll get changed.
Ten minutes later, we wrapped ourselves up in coats and scarves and walked up the road into the village. Technically, we lived in a small town, but it was so small everyone who lived there referred to it as a village. We had a post office, a Co-op, a couple of pubs, a chippy and an excellent chocolatier, as well as an Indian restaurant, which was where Anna and I were headed. We didn’t chat as we walked, which was unusual for Anna, but I realised that there were some things that were fast becoming the new normal, since her accident.
Any news about the missing boy? she asked me once we were seated.
I shook my head. Nothing that I’ve been told. Hopefully he’s safe somewhere, and just ran away.
Anna gave a deep sigh. I waited expectantly for her to sign something but she carried on reading her menu, even though she always ordered the same thing. I had expected her to dig for details, especially seeing as I’d been at her old school, but she seemed disinterested, or perhaps preoccupied.