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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

‘Yes; I have nothing to lose really. I’ll be dead in six-to-twelve months but I don’t care. I will have saved my beloved Conmere and my sons.’

‘You’re mad, you know that?’ said Steph.

‘Oh, shut up and get in the bloody water,’ snarled Pru.

Steph shook her head vehemently, her hands gripping the wooden seat. Still, the speed with which Pru moved took her by surprise, and before she realised what was happening Pru had yanked her to her feet. ‘Get off me!’ grunted Steph as she tried to pull Pru’s hands from the neck of her jumper.

Pru was stronger than she looked and Steph was fighting hard to keep her balance as Pru tried to tip her overboard. The boat lurched to one side and then the other. Steph’s footing was momentarily dislodged, and as she attempted to re-establish her balance her foot slipped on the waxed cotton coat. Pru seized the opportunity and threw her weight into Steph, sending them both flying out of the boat and into the water.

Chapter Forty

Conmere, Friday, 17 May 2.57 p.m.

As Harry stormed out of the living room, he was greeted by the sound of more raised voices. This time two women’s. He looked up and was surprised to see Wendy Lynch standing there, in the middle of a heated debate with Heidi.

‘I just want you to ring my daughter or call her on the walkie-talkie or whatever system you use,’ Wendy was demanding. She looked round as Harry stepped into the hall. ‘Right, you. Where’s my daughter?’

Harry shot Heidi a look. ‘Where’s Steph?’

‘On her lunch break, but she’s not in the staff kitchen – I’ve just come from there.’ Heidi looked at her watch. ‘She should be back in about ten minutes.’

‘Any idea where she might have gone?’

At that moment Eileen came through from the main doors, and she stopped in her tracks as she took in the worried faces in front of her.

‘Have you seen Steph?’ Harry asked, trying to keep the anxiety from his voice.

‘A while ago, yes – I saw her walking with Mrs Sinclair.’

‘Where?’ he demanded, barely before Eileen had finished her sentence.

‘Through the resort.’ She pointed in the direction of the terrace and pool.

‘Did you see where they went?’ Harry’s heart was hammering inside him.

‘Just saw them go down the terrace steps,’ said Eileen. ‘Mrs Sinclair didn’t have the girls with her.’