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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

I move closer to him, standing before him on the edge of the bed. I rub his upper arms. He softens, unfolds his arms and wraps them around the tops of my legs.

‘Look, I’m sorry if I’m stressed. It’s just an awful position to be in. Part of me was hoping it all was truly random, you know. Part of me was hoping it would just disappear, but if someone has cause to do it once then what would stop them doing it again?’ he asks.

It’s a question I can’t answer. ‘We’ve just got to be careful. I don’t know what more we can do.’

His grip on my upper legs loosens and I step back to read his expression. He’s staring at the carpet at my feet, chewing his lip. ‘What’re the rules with an anonymous tip?’

‘What?’

‘Well, what if the police received an anonymous tip? You shouldn’t be talking to the police directly about a client, unless there’s a credible threat to someone’s safety, but if you don’t have that and you’re certain that it’s him …’

‘What if I’m wrong?’

He clicks his tongue. ‘The police ask a few questions then leave him alone, but if you’re right— ’

‘He’ll suspect I put them onto him. It’ll get ugly quick.’

‘Or he’ll be extra careful not to put a foot out of line? And maybe the police find something that ties him to the fire.’

‘Why don’t I call Simms and tell him about Raze first? If Raze is the same person as my client, it won’t matter.’

He thinks for a moment. ‘That might be a better plan,’ he says, before rising from the bed. ‘I’m going to go finish washing up.’

•

You wouldn’t describe sergeant Andrew Simms as excitable, but he is particularly downbeat when I call him.

‘Look, this is bordering on conspiracy theory, Mrs Scott, but as always I’ll note this information and give it due consideration when investigating this case.’

Annoyance swells in my throat. ‘Due consideration? Someone online basically admitted to lighting the fire.’

‘This kind of thing happens all the time. Do you know what trolls are?’

‘Of course I know what trolls are.’

‘Well particularly sick trolls often target people who have gone through a recent crime, the worse the crime the sicker the trolls. Some of the commentary surrounding crimes is particularly horrible. I would tell your son to take some time away from this online community and perhaps consider changing his alias.’

‘The point is, Sergeant, Evan’s identity should always have been anonymous. Someone at the very least has gone to the trouble of tracking him down. Doxing they call it.’