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Back The Dead Wife
Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. About the Author
  48. Also by Sue Fortin
  49. About the Publisher

Shivering now, Steph turned on her torch and, after a flicker or two, it illuminated the space in front of her. There was a small rib on the right, moored up to a wooden platform. The space next to it was empty and Steph waded through the water, heaving herself up onto the pontoon. She shone her torch further into the boathouse and could make out an interior door which she assumed went through to the dry dock. She turned the handle and the door opened with a creak.

In this part of the boathouse was the tarpaulin covering what she had assumed was a boat when she had peered through the window. She lifted the corner of the heavy-duty plastic and shone her torch to reveal the upturned hull of a small boat. She let the plastic drop back down and, casting the light beam around the room, she saw the toolboxes and workbench. In the corner was a wooden ladder reaching up through a small trap hatch. As she looked closer she could see that the dust in the centre of the rungs had been dislodged. She took a deep breath as she looked up into the blackness. This must have been where Dominic had gone.

Tentatively she climbed the ladder, and as she reached the first floor she poked her head up through the hatch and shone the torch around. Again, there looked to be lots of old boating equipment, most of which was stacked somewhat haphazardly around the edges of the room. Her torch light picked up the gleam of something metal at the front of the loft, underneath the small square window. It was the only thing that looked out of place. Steph heaved herself into the loft area, once again noting that the dust on the wooden flooring had been disturbed, leaving a path directly across the room to the metal storage box.

On top was an assortment of open boxes which contained various tools and boating accessories, all of which looked to be old and covered in dust and grime – they certainly hadn’t been used in a long time. She noticed that the top of the storage box was also covered in dust but there were scuff marks where the boxes had probably been slid off and on the unit.