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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 followed Sasha out of the room, keen to be away from there when Mike appeared.

Do you want to come to the staffroom and have a coffee? Sasha asked me.

Sure, I replied, having nothing else to do.

We walked back towards the main entrance before turning down a corridor off the entrance hall, opposite the head and deputy head’s offices. We passed the admin office, then went through a door on the left into a high-ceilinged room with several groups of low padded chairs.

The room was empty, so I chose a seat and sat down while Sasha made us drinks. I had never been in a school staffroom before. When I was a child, it was the sort of place that was always mysterious and out of bounds. Now that I saw the room, I was disappointed for my seven-year-old self. The walls were painted cream, and peeling in several places. There were a few anti-bullying posters on the wall, as well as some outdated flyers from the local branch of the National Deaf Children’s Society. A noticeboard on the far wall contained pictures of students with severe allergies or other medical needs, and the other walls were bare. A sheet of A4 was stuck on the back of the door, and on closer inspection it seemed to be a sign-up sheet for the staff Christmas night out.

Sasha brought our drinks over and sat opposite me, and I could tell there was something she wanted to talk about.

How long have you worked for the police?

I’ve been freelance for about a year now, and I circulated my details to the emergency services and hospitals when I stopped doing agency work, but I first worked a proper police investigation in February. I didn’t go into the details of what had happened. It had all been too close to home and I’d spent the last few months trying to forget.

Sasha cocked her head on one side. So, you’re not with an agency?

No.

But you don’t work for the police full time either?

I shook my head. No. I went freelance to try and work short-notice jobs, but it does mean I’m never sure what work is coming from one week to the next.

I could see she was wondering why I would leave the protection of an agency, and I tried to explain.