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Chapters (66)
  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

Now that I am back here, I find myself remembering good things I hadn’t allowed myself to think about for fear of remembering something bad. The moment I walked away I closed a part of me down, like an attic with a rotten floor. No matter what treasures lay inside, I had no desire to investigate and risk losing myself to the past. Finding Chris was what saved me; if I had never met him I don’t know who I would be now. I dread to think. His kindness was what pulled me in; I needed it. I still need it. He will be up now; he goes in to work early. I grab my mobile and call him. I hope he has forgiven me for walking away. I half expect him not to answer – just being here makes me wonder if my life away wasn’t all just a dream. Maybe I never left at all.

‘Flick?’ he answers, and I feel tears appear almost immediately. I missed him more than I realised.

‘Hey. I just wanted to say hi.’

‘How is it going there? Are you OK?’ he says, warm as ever and I wonder if I imagined him being annoyed. I know that sometimes my paranoia gets the best of me. It’s served me well in the past, though.

‘I’m good, it’s good to hear your voice.’

‘I wasn’t sure if you would call,’ he said.

‘Why wouldn’t I? I miss you guys,’ I say, sad that I even have to tell him that I miss them.

‘You were just acting really strange before you left. I was worried about you.’

‘Are you still coming down at the weekend? Would be good to see you.’ I feel like I might never see him again. This place has a way of keeping you here. It’s hard to get away.

‘We will be down as soon as we can. I love you. I have to get in to work now.’ I hear a thickness in his voice, as though he is holding back tears.

‘I love you, too,’ I say, but he has already gone. I hope he knows without hearing me say it.

I straighten my hair and my fringe, line my eyes and add the red lips. I want to be out when the shops are opening, before the town livens up. It’s a good opportunity to talk to local people, if I can even get up the nerve. I wear boots today, even though it’s warm, because I plan on being out for most of the day and I don’t want to give myself any excuse to retreat back to the hotel like a coward.