Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Copyright
- Praise for The Lie
- Dedication
- 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
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Keep Reading
- Acknowledgements
- Book Club Questions for The Lie by C.L. Taylor
- A Conversation With C.L. Taylor
- About the Author
- Also by C.L. Taylor
- About the Publisher
“Yeah, but why would she suddenly start sending me horrible messages? Yes, she stalked Simone after they split up, but that was a reaction to being dumped. We argued after she sold her story, but she never threatened me. We fell out and drifted apart, nothing more macabre than that.”
“Maybe she’s been holding a grudge because you left her behind on the mountain.”
“To get help!”
“Maybe she sees it differently. Things have escalated since you sent her a message on Facebook. Did she ever reply?”
“No, but …” I shake my head. “It can’t be her. She was my friend.”
Will raises his eyebrows. “So were Leanne and Daisy.”
I turn my head away as my eyes fill with tears. I can’t let myself believe Al is behind this. Whoever ran me off the road could have killed me.
“Jane.” Will touches my hand. “You need to go to the police; you know that, don’t you?”
PC Barnham listens intently as we take our seats in the police station interview room and I tell him everything that’s happened recently, pausing every now and then when he chips in, asking me to confirm certain details so he can write them down in his notepad. I tell him who I really am and why I decided to reinvent myself as Jane Hughes, but I don’t mention what became of Daisy and Isaac. Instead, I feed him the line that Al and I agreed on five years ago: that they mysteriously disappeared. I can’t break the promise I made to her, not until we’ve spoken. After everything that’s happened, that probably sounds naïve, but I owe Al. If it wasn’t for her, Leanne might not have been the only one who died in the fire.
When I get to the end of my story and reach for the glass of water another policeman has brought for me, PC Barnham sits back in his chair and looks at me thoughtfully. He can’t be much older than twenty-seven, twenty-eight, but his hairline is receding. It looks incongruous against the pitted acne scars on his cheeks. I don’t think he’s the same policeman I spoke to immediately after my accident, but I was feeling so groggy when I first came round that I barely remember who I saw.