Praise

Praise for

‘A tense and gripping thriller’

B A PARIS

‘Assured, compelling, and hypnotically readable – with a twist at the end I guarantee you won’t see coming’

LEE CHILD

‘A compelling, twisty page-turner, and that’s the truth’

JAMES SWALLOW

‘Outstanding and very well-written debut psychological thriller. This book was so gripping I genuinely found it hard to put down’

K.L. SLATER

‘A terrific page-turner, didn’t see that twist! A thoroughly enjoyable thriller’

MEL SHERRATT

‘Perfectly plotted and riveting’

DIANE JEFFREY

‘Even the cleverest second-guesser is unlikely to arrive at the truth until it’s much, much too late’

THE TIMES

‘Fraught with tension, with a compelling lead character who becomes more and more unsure about who he can trust’

COSMOPOLITAN

‘Brilliant . . . madly addictive, totally twisted’

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Title Page

Contents

Contents

Saturday

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Ten months earlier

Sunday

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Nine months earlier

Monday

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Six months earlier

Tuesday

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Four months earlier

Wednesday

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

One month earlier

Thursday

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

One Month Later

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Also by T.M. Logan

A message from TM Logan

Copyright

Dedication

For my brothers,
Ralph and Ollie

Epigraph

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

—William Blake

The fly circles, and lands.

Crawls undisturbed on cooling skin.

An outstretched finger.

An open palm, smeared red.

An arm bent backwards, bone broken against the rock.

More flies circle around the head, drawn by the scent of death.

Drawn by blood pooling darkly around the shattered skull.

Below, blood drips steadily into the clear mountain stream.

Above, a cliff edge sharp against the perfect blue sky.

Saturday

SATURDAY

Chapter 1

1

We drove north, away from the coast.

Through the outskirts of Béziers and deeper into the Languedoc. Vineyards heavy with fruit lined the road on both sides, ranks of low green vines marching off into the distance under a deep blue Mediterranean sky. Sean driving, his eyes hidden behind aviator shades, the kids in the back with hand luggage wedged between them, Lucy dozing while Daniel played on his phone, me staring out of the window as the scenery rolled by, the hire car’s aircon just about keeping the sticky mid-afternoon heat at bay.

If I’d known what was coming, what we were driving towards, I would have made Sean stop the car and take us straight back to the airport. I would have grabbed the steering wheel myself, forced the car off the road and made him do a U-turn right there.