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There was an investigation, of course, and I was sacked, as I’d expected, but no one could prove what happened was anything other than a tragic accident. And just like before, press interest died down after a few weeks. I could probably get another job as a chalet girl next year if I wanted. And I might do that. It would be nice to be out in the mountains again, close to Dad. Perhaps I could even go back to La Madière.
Snow Snow’s bookings are well down though, I am delighted to read. I’ve helped this along with a few fake Twitter accounts and online reviews, complaining about food poisoning in some of Cameron’s other chalets. Hopefully the damage to the company is irreparable. Cameron is the type for whom failure is worse than death, so I feel he’s got his comeuppance for now. Not to mention that another dead body in the same resort would have aroused too much suspicion anyway. I’m happy with how things have turned out. As far as those two men go, I think I have done what Mama would have wanted.
But there’s still the other ski instructor, Andy Jones, to find. I haven’t finished yet.
Acknowledgements
Huge thanks to my brilliant agent Gaia Banks at Sheil Land Associates for her always-useful input as well as patiently putting up with reading all my very rough, early and unfinished drafts, and to Phoebe Morgan at HarperCollins for her unbridled enthusiasm for the book and for being the kind of editor any writer would dream of. Thanks also to her colleagues at HarperCollins for their excitement about the book from the very beginning. I couldn’t wish for a better home for it.
Thank you to beta-readers Louise Cole, Sarah Dodd, Leila Rasheed, Katrina Riley, Sarah Wells, Jackie Wesley and Laura Wilkins with apologies if I have forgotten anyone – all of you helped shape the book in one way or another.
Thank you to copy editor Anne O’Brien for tidying up my words (and making me realise how much I overuse ‘just’) and to Claire Ward for the fabulous cover.
Thank you to the WriteWords YA community from a few years back which was always so brilliantly helpful at critiquing my chapters for various books.
Thanks also to the various Facebook groups where I like to waste my time when I’m meant to be writing, especially to the Frisbees, the Manatees (much missed), the Savvies, the Debuts and the brilliant and hilarious Witches.
Thank you to Dad and Liz for sending me on my first ever skiing holiday, putting up with my teenage nonsense and everything else since. I am really grateful even if I don’t often say it.
Thank you to Toby and Livi for putting up with the 80s music, slow skiing and much more besides. You make me proud every day.