Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
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Barely able to contain himself, Ian opened the email. Dear Mr Jennings, I have pleasure attaching your results … Then there was a paragraph stating that the results should be read in conjunction with the explanatory notes. Ian saved the attachment before opening it. He began to read. Emma’s results first – gradually making sense of the graphs, numbers, estimates and percentages. So Moller had been right on that count, at least. She didn’t carry any genetic condition. He then looked at his results. Ten minutes later he’d concluded that neither did he. Moller had been telling the truth. The last two pages were the results of their paternity tests. He scanned down to the conclusion and that needed no explanation. His heart stopped. There was a 99 per cent chance that he and Emma shared the same biological father, which meant they were half brother and sister. Ian felt physically sick.
THIRTY-NINE
Jan had decided she needed proof. Something she could show Chris, Ruby and the police. Firm evidence that there was something living in the woods. Evidence that wouldn’t disappear like the ball of twine and couldn’t be misinterpreted as the muddy footprints on her car had. She needed a photograph so there was no doubt.
The ball of twine had appeared and then vanished again and Jan found she wasn’t really surprised. Whoever, whatever was out there was tormenting her, toying with her like a cat playing with a mouse, maybe even having a laugh at her expense. They were trying to make it appear as though she was imagining things and losing her mind, but she knew she wasn’t. She was still sure Chris had seen something on the night he’d taken her out, even though he wouldn’t admit it. And Ruby had been convinced she’d heard one of them at the window, although she was now trying to rationalize it.
She’d texted on Monday: Sorry for my hasty departure. I feel a fool. I expect it was nothing. Just the wind in the trees x
No, it wasn’t the wind in the trees, Jan thought. She’d seen how scared Ruby had been. She hadn’t been able to get out of the cottage quickly enough. Ruby would receive a photograph once Jan was able to take one. She had a plan.