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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

‘We’re not making assumptions at the moment,’ Singh said smoothly. ‘We need to know everything that might possibly be relevant, then we can decide what’s important and what isn’t.’

Well, Bradley has definitely seemed worried. He’s been asking about what’s happening, if Leon’s been found yet. The look on her face suggested she wasn’t convinced by Singh’s reasoning.

I wondered if we’d be speaking to Bradley again today, given what Sasha had told us. If there was some stuff going on in Leon’s personal life that upset him, that could have been the catalyst that led to him running away. And just because none of the adults who had been on the trip had witnessed another fight, it didn’t mean it hadn’t happened. Leon, Bradley and Kian were sharing a room, with no supervision overnight, so nobody really knew what had gone on in that room after everyone went to bed. The more people we spoke to, the more obvious it was that the police were wading into a minefield of conflicting information. I had no idea how they were going to figure out which details were important and which were irrelevant.

‘Has Leon ever talked to you about any concerns he’s had in school?’ Singh asked.

Never, she replied, shaking her head emphatically. He felt safe here, I’m sure of it.

‘What about any people he was close to outside school?’

No, I would have told you. He didn’t have any family other than his parents. His mum is dead and there is no way he’d want to visit his dad.

‘Can you tell us more about Leon’s dad?’ Forest asked, changing tack.

He’s a violent man. That’s why Leon’s mum left him, but she never reported anything so social services weren’t aware of his unsuitability as a parent. She looked down at her feet for a moment before continuing. I feel partly responsible for what happened to him. I was one of the people who allowed Leon to go into his dad’s custody. We weren’t to know what he was like, without so much as a complaint filed against him.

Leon hasn’t told me all of it, but he said it started off small. The occasional cuff around the ear for not picking up after himself, or spending too long on the computer. But it escalated as time went on. His dad couldn’t sign very well, and Leon’s understanding of speech is limited, so the communication barrier caused a lot of problems. He didn’t always know what his dad expected of him, which obviously caused frustration on both sides. By the time everything came to a head, I think Leon was being beaten on a regular basis.