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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

Steph balanced the torch on the window ledge and, taking hold of the first box, placed it on the floor. She repeated this with the other three boxes and then after a little manipulation was able to lift the lid on the storage box. At first she just thought the unit was filled with more boating equipment, but as she moved a few items from the top she saw the packages that Dominic had transferred from his car earlier. She hauled out one of the packages, which was wrapped in brown paper and sealed up with parcel tape. The package was heavy and compact, but the contents didn’t feel solid; it reminded Steph of a bag of flour.

‘Shit,’ she heard herself whisper as it dawned on her what she was holding in her hands. It couldn’t be anything else, it had to be drugs of some description, and her money was on cocaine. Funny, if she hadn’t seen Dominic here earlier, she would have been certain this was Owen’s doing, but it seemed both brothers were involved. She couldn’t help wondering if that meant Harry was too. She didn’t want him to be. He’d said he wasn’t and she wanted to believe him, but why would he have been up here just now? The only reason must have been because he didn’t want her to find this stash. And, let’s face it, she told herself, this stash wasn’t just for personal use. There were six packages like this altogether; she had no idea how much that was worth on the street. Her heart plummeted at the thought of Harry’s potential involvement.

And then another thought struck her. Had Elizabeth been involved in this? Or, worse still, had Elizabeth discovered what was going on? Had she threatened to go to the police? Had this led to her death?

Panic washed over her as the muddy lake water had earlier. She needed to get out of the boathouse before anyone came back. As quickly as she could, she stuffed the package into the storage unit and threw the other contents back on top to hide it. Then, forcing the lid into place, she replaced the boxes, taking care to put them in the same space as before and not disturb any more dust.