Chapters (66)
- Cover
- THE HEATWAVE
- Readers love The Heatwave
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading …
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- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
I see the lights before I reach the woods. An intermittent flashing blue that varies in intensity, so out of place here in the dark. I pull over as I get closer, realising that I am approaching a sea of police cars and I am very much over the limit. I grab a mint from the glove box and pull my hair in front of my face, afraid of being recognised yet again, afraid of who else I might bump into.
I can’t even get close but I stand as near as I can, wishing I had a dog or something to excuse myself as a passer-by. No one used to just go for a walk up here without a purpose of some kind, not in this area where you had the beautiful coastline nearby, and most definitely not this time of night. My very presence here puts me in danger; if the police start asking questions I don’t know if I have the energy to lie any more. So many people got away with so many things that summer, I would hate to think it was happening again. Hannah’s disappearance was the end for her; would this discovery in the woods signify the end for some other poor girl? They never found Hannah’s body. I always wondered where it was, because the only thing I ever knew for certain was that she was dead. I could tell them the things I do know but, on reflection, it isn’t much, nothing I can tell the police without sounding crazy. I could tell them that I keep seeing ghosts. But if I put myself forward then my life as I know it is over. Chris would never forgive me and my children would see me as a monster. So I stay camouflaged and pressed against a hedgerow. I see the officers busying themselves and the feeling of their excitement is real. They have a result. They have found a body. I can feel the wind turning, as though a big change is coming. For so long things have been off kilter, things have been out of place. The puzzle pieces that have been scattered for so long are starting to slot back into their rightful places. I can’t see the full picture yet but I know I will before long. The discovery of a body changes the rules of this game somewhat. People will pay attention now. Things like that just don’t happen around here. Do they?