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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

Straight away the screen was filled with Elizabeth settling back on her bed, having just started the recording. Steph was struck by the beauty of her, with her lovely blonde hair which fell in soft waves down to her shoulder. Even though it was only a half-body shot and Elizabeth was in casual clothes, she still looked stylish. Steph was sure she herself never looked so glamorous when she was in jeans and a T-shirt. She couldn’t help wondering what Harry had seen in her when he obviously had much more sophisticated tastes. It wasn’t without a little dip in her heart that she acknowledged she probably didn’t mean a great deal to him. She shook thoughts of Harry from her mind as Elizabeth began to speak.

‘My name is Elizabeth Sinclair. I’m making a series of recordings, as I’ve found out some things here at Conmere which are troubling and knowing these, I’m now in danger. I’m hoping no one ever has to see this recording and I’m being paranoid, but just in case I thought I’d do this.’

Her diction was clear and crisp, every syllable and every vowel pronounced with precision. Elizabeth paused to take a sip from the wine glass she held in her hand.

‘I’m married to Harry Sinclair, the middle Sinclair brother of Conmere Resort Centre. We’ve been married for two years and things haven’t exactly been great lately. I’m not trying to excuse my behaviour or anything, I’m just stating the facts. I’m very bored here at Conmere; there’s really nothing much to do and I haven’t made any friends. I’m not proud of the fact, but I’ve had one or two indiscretions – shall we say? – where men are concerned. Nothing serious, just a bit of fun to alleviate the boredom. Harry spends all day working and leaving me alone with nothing to do except update their website or send out a few posts on social media! I’ve tried getting involved with the business but it’s such a closed shop, no one will let me, least of all my mother-in-law, Pru. Now, she’s a force to be reckoned with.

Wisely or not, I’ve been having a little affair with my brother-in-law, Dominic Sinclair. It’s been going on for a while, and during that time I’ve learnt some interesting things about him. One of them being, he’s a drug dealer. He stores the drugs here at Conmere up by the lake in the old boathouse.