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Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. The Last Stage
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. 1995
  7. 2017Meredith
  8. One Year LaterMeredith
  9. Graeme
  10. Meredith
  11. Meredith
  12. Graeme
  13. Pete
  14. Meredith
  15. Meredith
  16. Meredith
  17. Meredith
  18. Meredith
  19. Meredith
  20. 1983Meredith
  21. Present DayEmad
  22. Present DayEmad
  23. 1983Meredith
  24. 1983Meredith
  25. Present DayMeredith
  26. Meredith
  27. Meredith
  28. Pete
  29. Pete
  30. Pete
  31. Gemma
  32. 1983Meredith
  33. 1983Meredith
  34. 1983Meredith
  35. Present DayMeredith
  36. 1984Meredith
  37. 1984Meredith
  38. 1984Meredith
  39. 1984Meredith
  40. Present DayGemma
  41. 1992Meredith
  42. Present DayGemma
  43. 1995Meredith
  44. Present DayGemma
  45. 1995Meredith
  46. Present DayGemma
  47. 1995Meredith
  48. Present DayGemma
  49. Pete
  50. Meredith
  51. Pete
  52. Graeme
  53. Emad
  54. Meredith
  55. Meredith
  56. Meredith
  57. Gemma
  58. Meredith
  59. Gemma and Emad
  60. A year laterMeredith
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  63. Copyright

Meredith sat down heavily on the sofa. ‘She’s in a terrible state, Pete,’ she said. ‘Luckily Jackson had arrived, so he’ll look after her. I just don’t even know what to say to her. And … something weird happened. You know their stone lions? Someone smashed one today. Jackson said it was like that when he arrived home, so it must have happened this afternoon while she was here.’

Pete turned off the gas under the simmering fish and turned to face her. ‘Could’ve been an accident – a delivery man knocked it over, or something?’

‘It wasn’t knocked over. It looked like it had been deliberately smashed, just the top half. And, Pete, when she was here earlier she mentioned she thought there was someone in the house last night, when she was on her own.’

They stared at each other. Pete saw Meredith’s face and knew she was thinking of another time, another big empty house with her in it; just her, and the stranger creeping up the stairs…

He came to put an arm around her. ‘Has she reported it?’

‘She promised she would. Oh God. What if…?’

Pete held her more tightly. ‘Let the police sort it. We don’t know, it’s almost certainly all just coincidence.’

He hoped his use of the word ‘all’ didn’t betray his fears that it encompassed that creeping stranger, and now a dead rat, a shop break-in, a body dumped in a pond. He didn’t want to freak her out any more than she already was.

‘It’s all shit, that’s for sure. Let’s just try and have a chilled evening tonight and forget about it for a bit, at least till we know the worst. Andrea’s coming, so we’ll have to act normal; we won’t be able to dwell on it.’

Meredith leaned against him for a moment, then took a deep breath and stood up again. ‘Mm. OK. Normal, right. I’ll go and get more wine. But I’m going to ring that Gemma Whatsername on the way – the cop – and tell her about Paula’s lion, because I’m not sure that Paula will.’ She left the barge, pulling her mobile out of her pocket.

Pete watched her stomp away towards the steps, wishing he could make everything right for her.