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  1. Cover
  2. Praise for The Chalet
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE
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  26. PART TWO
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  35. PART THREE
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Acknowledgements
  72. Keep Reading …
  73. Prologue
  74. About the Author
  75. About the Publisher

So I say ‘Merci, madame’, though really I want to say ‘merci pour rien’ or ‘fuck you, bitch’, then I go outside and take some deep breaths. Seeing my dad is not the most important thing now. Taking revenge on my uncle for what he did, avenging my mama – that is what matters. But to carry out my plan – and it comes to me in a flash as if it was destined to happen this way – I need to make sure I have easy access to my dad’s killer, the person who ruined Mama’s life. So on my way back to the chalet I find Matt and tell him I overheard Cameron on the phone saying he would like to offer the dead man’s brother accommodation in one of his chalets. I add that he’d be embarrassed and annoyed if he knew I’d mentioned it and suggest he pretends the tourist office guys had asked him – I know how these things work in ski resorts after all. I look up at Matt through my eyelashes and touch his arm, suggesting maybe he and I could meet for a drink somewhere later. I’ve seen how he’s been salivating over Ria this week – it’s obvious he’s gagging for anyone he can get. I don’t care what I have to do for him – quiet drink, blow job, shag, whatever it takes. I need Uncle Adam close by.

Then later I go to Chalet Alpaca – Matt said he thought it was the only one that was free. It isn’t hard to find. I pull my sleeve down over my hand to break a window, let myself in and turn some taps on full blast. I’ll pop back later to make it look accidental. Even if Cameron is offering somewhere for free, I can’t imagine there’s any way he’d want a guest of his staying in a chalet which is less than perfect.

Fortunately, there is a spare room in our chalet, which is apparently the nicest in the resort. It could hardly be better.

49

January 2020, La Madière, France

Hugo

Ria is still claiming to be unwell. I know I’m not exactly the most perceptive of men, but there’s definitely something going on. She’s refusing to come down to dinner again, claiming a migraine, which isn’t a condition she’s ever suffered from to my knowledge. And I’d like to know where she went when she stormed off in this weather. Was she meeting someone? Matt, maybe? Simon? Or was he still here in the chalet when she went? I think he was. I can’t remember. All this strangeness is making my head hurt.

Then again, perhaps Ria is still annoyed about our argument about children, though I thought that had been resolved. I love her with all my heart, I do, but sometimes she is very difficult to read.