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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Praise for The Lie
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Keep Reading
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Book Club Questions for The Lie by C.L. Taylor
  57. A Conversation With C.L. Taylor
  58. About the Author
  59. Also by C.L. Taylor
  60. 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.