Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- NOW
- One
- BEFORE
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- NOW
- Twenty-One
- BEFORE
- 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
- NOW
- Thirty-Nine
- BEFORE
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- NOW
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- AFTER
- Fifty-Six
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
DS Cavanagh stopped reading and looked up. ‘Approaching members of the public, saying odd things, like that?’
Mark nodded, opened his mouth to talk but was stopped by DS Cavanagh continuing.
‘Joanna Carter did something similar.’
‘There you go,’ Mark said, then began pacing in the small hallway outside the bathroom, head down, trying to work it out. ‘There’s someone making them do this.’
‘I don’t know—’
‘You can’t call Emily’s death anything other than a murder,’ Mark said, taking his turn to interrupt now. ‘And we saw the CCTV of someone following Joanna onto that roof. Did it look like Emily’s uncle? There must be a link between the two. We need to speak to Emily’s sister, Stephanie. Find out why she couldn’t be trusted, or what was going on.’
‘Possibly,’ DS Cavanagh replied, but didn’t sound convinced. ‘We’ll continue the search, see if there’s anything more to find, then take this back to the boss. See what she has to say about it. I still don’t like the uncle. I think he has to be involved in some way.’
Mark wanted to pick DS Cavanagh up and shake him. He thought of a few comebacks, but kept them to himself and decided to bide his time, more sure than ever that Uncle Rich wasn’t the person responsible for any of the events that had occurred in the previous few days.
Which left him wondering again who was.
Mark waited for the rest of the search team to find the grand total of nothing. He made a show of helping them out, ripping apart Emily’s bedroom, going through every single square inch of the place.
The sky was black outside as they continued on, hoping that an answer was going to be forthcoming. All the while, grumbling that it wasn’t that house they should be searching. All the time, becoming more ingrained in the idea that it was Emily’s uncle who should have his house ransacked. That the answers would be there instead.
Mark didn’t know what to think anymore. All that kept playing in his mind was the need to speak to Stephanie and find out her side of the story. To see what she knew.
There was something going on and he didn’t think anyone on that team was prepared to see it.
DS Cavanagh’s face was lined with annoyance and acceptance. He exchanged looks with Mark, a quiet nod of recognition that at least one of them had found something of note. Mark kept quiet, trying to figure out what he was going to do next.
How to find out more.