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Chapters (47)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Praise for In the Clearing
  4. Praise for Call Me Evie
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One: The Sociopath Test
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Part Two: Introspection
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Part Three: Retrospection
  31. Chapter Twenty-Two
  32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  39. Chapter Thirty
  40. Chapter Thirty-One
  41. Chapter Thirty-Two
  42. Chapter Thirty-Three
  43. Now
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Extract of The Last Guests
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. Copyright

We’re not allowed inside, not even to collect basics – Evan’s computer, July’s makeup and study notes. Even if it was safe to enter, which clearly it’s not, it’s still a crime scene. But it will do Evan good to have a break from gaming. It’s not as though he can’t live without it: we enforced a weeklong ban last year and managed to get him down watching TV with us. He even read a book. And he didn’t lose any subscribers on his Twitch gaming channel. So no harm, no foul. It’s been a couple of days now, though, and he’s already nagging us to buy a new set-up. The water damage from the hoses has likely ruined his computer, anyway.

‘It’s all boarded up now, folks,’ Simms says, as we stand out on the lawn, eyes roaming the damage. ‘I can send you the report, but the property damage is extensive. There’s a lot of structural work required. Might be a knock down, rebuild situation.’

Gabe lets out a huff of frustration. ‘So we’re talking potentially years?’

‘I’d guess, maybe a year or so. But I’m not here to talk to you about the damage – we’re trying to find out who might have caused it. On this front we’ve got one or two updates.’

Gabe raises his eyebrows in anticipation.

‘Fingerprints were found on the image. They weren’t easy to get, as paper can be tricky at the best of times. Anyway, we got two sets. A right thumb and index plus another full set, these matched with the prints we took from you on Saturday, Margot. But we also got partial prints of a left thumb and index finger that didn’t match yours.’

‘So you can work out who it is?’ I say.

‘I’ll get to that. The image was actually printed on the back of a power bill.’

‘A power bill?’

‘It’s the final sheet. Sometimes it’s sent with the rest of the bill but there’s nothing to identify who received it. There was an Energy Australia logo at the bottom of the page, and we could trawl the millions of people on the Energy Australia database to find who might live nearby, but that’s unlikely to be useful, given about a third of the state uses Energy Australia and we have to keep the radius of the search open.’

‘So you’ve got fingerprints, but what about foot prints or the bottle?’ Gabe says.

‘We’ve found size-twelve boot prints near the property, which will help with eliminating potential suspects, but short of knocking on every door of every man with big feet in the city, that information alone won’t help a great deal. The bottle, Chivas Regal, was smashed and charred. There’s nothing usable in terms of identification there.’

‘Right.’