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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 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.