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  1. Cover
  2. THE HEATWAVE
  3. Readers love The Heatwave
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Chapter Thirty-Five
  41. Chapter Thirty-Six
  42. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  45. Chapter Forty
  46. Chapter Forty-One
  47. Chapter Forty-Two
  48. Chapter Forty-Three
  49. Chapter Forty-Four
  50. Chapter Forty-Five
  51. Chapter Forty-Six
  52. Chapter Forty-Seven
  53. Chapter Forty-Eight
  54. Chapter Forty-Nine
  55. Chapter Fifty
  56. Chapter Fifty-One
  57. Acknowledgements
  58. Keep Reading …
  59. The second book in Katerina Diamond’s bestselling crime series
  60. The third book in Katerina Diamond’s bestselling crime series
  61. The fourth book in Katerina Diamond’s bestselling crime series
  62. The fifth book in Katerina Diamond’s bestselling crime series
  63. The sixth book in Katerina Diamond’s bestselling crime series
  64. About the Author
  65. Also by Katerina Diamond
  66. About the Publisher

It was Tim.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Now

More bones have been found in the woods. It’s actually made the national news, a tiny segment but I watch greedily in the hopes of gleaning any more information. The concierge has brought me a selection of papers and I root through, looking for anything new, anything I haven’t seen before. More police have been brought to the site for a more thorough search, and the subtle implication that the woods are a mass burial ground runs through the newspaper articles. The media excitement is palpable, as though they have forgotten these are real people they are talking about.

The papers have revealed the identity of the man in the woods, confirmed by the dog tags found with the body. They have also accessed his bank records which show that all activities ceased sixteen years ago. Tim Fulton was in the woods all that time and I didn’t know. Seeing the name sends a chill down my spine. The article in the Echo paints him as a homeless loner, a man who was dishonourably discharged from the army after being implicated in a murder investigation. He was exonerated but the damage was done and so he disappeared, many people still convinced that he was a killer.

None of this matches up with what little I knew. There’s no photograph of his face but it’s etched on my memory. The only picture is of the cordoned-off woods which are still being searched for evidence after the discovery of more human bones.

I don’t know how I know, but I know it’s Hannah.

It’s all connected. That summer was the end for so many of us. I think about her mother and father and how I would see them walking around town asking questions after her disappearance. I wondered why they never asked any of the younger people what might have happened, as if we were unreliable in some way, or maybe we were just invisible. It was more real for us than they could ever know. We never knew why or how she disappeared; it was always a mystery. We never knew if whoever did it was coming for one of us next.