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Chapters (69)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. CHAPTER 49
  54. CHAPTER 50
  55. CHAPTER 51
  56. CHAPTER 52
  57. CHAPTER 53
  58. CHAPTER 54
  59. CHAPTER 55
  60. CHAPTER 56
  61. CHAPTER 57
  62. EPILOGUE
  63. Extract from The Deep
  64. PROLOGUE
  65. CHAPTER 1
  66. CHAPTER 2
  67. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  68. About the Author
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She was almost out the front door, each step a promise of death.

Gabriella dashed in front of her, blocking the door. ‘No. Eliza, you can’t. If you hurt Madison, you’ll get blamed for the other girls, too.’

‘She deserves to die!’

Eliza tried to push past, but Gabriella knocked her away. ‘No, Eliza.’

Eliza raised her fists. ‘Move, Gabriella.’

‘No.’

Eliza punched, but Gabriella grabbed her wrist and the next moment Eliza was face-first on the ground, Gabriella on top of her. ‘Eliza, calm down —’

Now the true emotion came. Gabriella eased off her, but Eliza remained on the ground, thrashing first and then curling into a ball. ‘Denni! Denni, no! No, no, no . . .’

Gabriella pulled her up into her arms. ‘It’s okay. Shhh. It’s okay.’

Eliza buried her head into Gabriella’s shoulder. ‘I’m sorry . . . I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry . . .’

CHAPTER 36

MURPHY

Murphy locked his bedroom door and rested Butch’s laptop on his knees. He opened the USB drive.

My father raped my mum . . .

Jasmine’s words still rolled through his mind.

He played the second video.

Jasmine appeared in front of the camera in Madison’s room. It was a recent video: her hair was dyed black, pulled back in a ponytail. When she spoke, her voice trembled.

‘The first time I saw Mum crying, I was eight years old. It would’ve been after midnight and she was in the bathroom on her knees, her head on the edge of the tub. I remember her smell: like cooking and perfume.

‘I asked what was wrong, and she turned to me and smiled. “Nothing, baby. I’m just praying.”

‘I kneeled down with her and asked if I could pray too. She hugged me close and told me I could, but only for a little bit and then I had to go back to bed. She showed me how to pray to God, and told me that if I asked him to, Jesus would come live in my heart forever. Then I asked her whether Jesus lived in her heart, and she said he still did but she didn’t like to think about him too much, because there was someone in her life that she couldn’t forgive. She wouldn’t tell me who.

‘Five years later, when I turned thirteen, she did. It was only a few months after that that she died.’

Jasmine chewed the inside of her cheek.

‘But she told me something, that last week. She warned me what would happen if Dad found out, so I promised I’d take care of it. And the only way to make that happen was to do something drastic.

‘Dad . . . I need you to know. I’m doing this for the right reasons. You’ll see. I promise you’ll understand. When I come back, I’ll explain everything.’

Murphy felt he was coming apart at the edges.