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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

‘On what you’ve told me, I would say no. Psychologists do have an obligation to report clients to the authorities if there is a credible risk of harm to a patient or anyone else. Credible being the operative word. Drinking whisky and having big feet isn’t proof. Likewise driving the most common car on the road. None of this is entirely credible even if you yourself are convinced. You can speak in general terms to a cop you know and trust, seek advice from them but you cannot in any way identify the client unless you have something concrete.’

After the call, I sit at my desk and dial the cop’s number.

‘Simms,’ he answers.

‘Hi it’s Margot Scott here,’ I say, feeling a little uncertain.

‘Yes, hi Margot.’

‘I’m in a bit of a situation.’

I hear a door close. ‘Go on.’

‘Well I don’t know how to say this, but I think I have a suspect for the arson.’

‘Right, when you say you have a suspect—’

‘Not with me – I mean I can’t really say who it is.’

‘A client then?’ I wince. ‘What makes you think this individual is involved?’

‘Well, I was followed by the same make and colour car the night it happened that this person drives. And this person drinks the brand of whisky that was used for the Molotov cocktail. Plus their work.’

‘What does he do?’

‘Well I didn’t say it was a he and I can’t actually say what they do. That would be a breach of confidentiality.’

‘Right, well, unless he sets fire for a living I don’t know how that would be relevant.’ I realise that Simms is convinced it was a man, which suggests they’ve made some progress on the case, or maybe it’s the simple fact of the size-twelve boot prints.

‘He has access to loads of obscene images like the one that was left behind, that’s all I can say.’

‘A moderator of some sort?’

I have a sinking feeling. This conversation isn’t going how I thought. I just wanted advice. ‘I can’t say yes.’

‘But it’s a yes, I get it. It’s compelling, but totally circumstantial.’

‘Look, I’m just worried about him. I can’t give you any more information. I just want advice.’

He clears his throat. ‘Well I understand you’re in a tough spot, but we are working hard, making progress. Continue to be vigilant and I’ll get in touch with you as soon as we have anything at all. You’ll likely see suspicious things everywhere you look; that’s what happens after crimes. You can feel paranoid and shaken up. It might be worth getting therapy yourself and leaving the investigating up to us.’