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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

I get back to the hotel smack in the middle of the night. I wonder what the concierge thinks I might have been doing all this time. I don’t know why this place brings out the worst in me. I don’t know why I can’t go an hour without a drink when I am here. Once in my room, I throw my clothes onto the floor and look out of the window. There’s no one there, but I imagine someone is watching me. I climb into the bed and wait for sleep, a million questions swimming around in my head. I should just get back in the car when I wake up and go back home. This was all a big mistake and I feel like I am on the brink of destroying myself by being here. I am putting everything and everyone I love in danger because I couldn’t stay away. I was gone, I was free. But the pull was too much. Curiosity killed the cat. I just hope it doesn’t kill me.

Chapter Twenty-Three

I have missed the morning again. I wake up and my head is pounding, My minibar is empty apart from a Kit-Kat, which I eat greedily, hoping the sugar does something to alleviate the pain in my temples, which of course it doesn’t. I instinctively pick up my phone to check if Chris has called me. He hasn’t. I feel more alone than ever in this stupid hotel room. I dismiss my viewing of the brown car as nothing but my mind playing tricks on me. It wouldn’t be the first time. God knows I haven’t been myself for a long time. The car is just another ghost, the man who drove that car barely a memory anymore; why would he be following me? Why here and why now? Our paths crossed so briefly in the grand scheme of things but he was the catalyst. He was the beginning of the end.

I jump in the shower and wash away the sins of yesterday, determined to be a better me today, determined to stay sober at the very least. It’s past lunch by the time I leave the hotel wearing trainers and leggings, with my cardigan pulled tight around me. As I walk along the promenade I break out into a run, needing that feeling of freedom just for a moment, the feeling of moving too fast for anyone to catch up to me. The wind at my heels and the sea on my right. As I near the town I slow again, shifting my gaze to the ground in order to avoid eye contact, resuming my position as a stranger.