Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Extract from The Mayfly
‘Karl had access to her medical notes, although I’m not sure how yet. I saw a letter from a psychiatrist at his house about Elinor’s fragile mental state. She’s done a lot of time in a psychiatric hospital but she’s now deemed capable of independent living.’
‘What’s wrong with her?’
‘She suffers from a complex personality disorder, but it’s what’s happened to her memory that’s interesting. You see there are two sorts of memory: implicit memory and explicit memory. These are dealt with by two very different subcortical structures in the brain: the amygdala, which processes implicit memories – these are emotional responses – and the hippocampus, which processes explicit memories; these are your traditional memories, the things you can actually recall.’
‘I assume then that her implicit memories are intact, but her explicit memories are decayed?’
‘That’s right. So, Elinor knows, somehow, that she hates the Eliases, but she’s not sure why. Equally, she knew the plight of a girl trapped in a basement for five years of her life, but doesn’t realise that it was her. As a defence mechanism, her mind has detached that part of the recall for her. She interpreted this as a fiction, something she made up. A good story.’
Georgie took another bite. ‘Still, she tried to kill me with one of your fish.’
‘I think she wanted to scare you.’
‘No. She knows I have anaphylaxis.’
‘Did you tell the police that?’
Georgie thought for a moment. Swallowed more burger. ‘She’s going to spend a lot more time in hospital whatever I say, right?’
‘Maybe. But none of this will bring Hemingway back.’
She managed a smile. Then something seemed to occur to her.
‘You remember when we left the RCJ together on day one of the trial, and we bumped into Dominique?’
‘Yeah.’
‘He saw her. Elinor. You were talking to him and he saw her, on the steps – I’ve only just remembered what happened. He went quiet, distracted. I don’t think he knew who she was at the time – she must have been almost unrecognisable after all these years, but something about him changed all of a sudden.’
Priest thought back – she was right. He hadn’t known Elinor at that stage but Georgie had said she was there, mingling with the other journalists.
He didn’t have time to think it through. Georgie was on to the next question. ‘But if Karl killed Simeon because he said he was going to tell the truth, why did he dump the body in Elinor’s car?’
‘He wanted to make sure Elinor had the exclusive and what better way to do that? He knew she was never in any danger of being arrested, forensics would see to that. And he was right, she got the exclusive. It was his warped idea of a gift to her.’