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Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. Letter from Author
  63. About the Author

She stands at the doorway and shakes Jackie Morris’s hand. ‘You’ve been a great help. Thank you, Jackie.’

Jackie takes out the tissue from her pocket again and wipes her eyes. ‘Elaine had such a tough life because of Frank and her parents cutting her off. She was such a good person and deserved so much better. I hope you find whoever did this.’

‘I will do everything in my power, I promise.’

Over Jackie’s shoulder Archer sees Poppy sitting on the stairs, with a long strand of wool hanging from her hands.

‘Are you going to find the man who killed Jordan’s mum?’ she asks.

‘I will try,’ replies Archer.

Poppy disappears back upstairs.

Archer steps out into the grey morning and looks up at the stark sky. She hears a tapping sound from the bedroom window. Looking down at her is Poppy. Beside her is her identical sister and the sleepover friend. They have removed their tops and wrapped strands of dark wool around their arms. Their hands are pressed together in prayer.

Archer goes cold.

She takes out her phone and calls Quinn, who picks up after three rings. She tells him about the meeting with Jackie and concludes with, ‘We need to ramp up the search for Frank and Jordan Kelly. Both are missing. Finding them is a priority.’

Finishing the call, she turns and makes her way back to the train station with the grim realisation that the killer has them all in the palm of his hand.

Chapter 33

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IN HIS DREAM JORDAN IS screaming at her over and over again.

‘Don’t go in there, Mum! He’s waiting. Please don’t go in!’

But she doesn’t hear him and carries on walking with a smile on her face.

Like a monster emerging from the shadows the man wraps his arms around her and moments later she falls to the ground.

Jordan jerks from his nightmare and screams until his voice cracks, then he sobs until there are no more tears. His neck hurts from where he has been lying so he pushes himself up to a seated position. His mouth is sticky and his throat is sore from shouting for help.

He badly needs to pee and crawls across to the bucket which is almost full. He retches at the stench and covers his nose with the crook of his elbow to stop from being sick. Climbing to his knees, he leans against the wall and pees there instead.