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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

“First off,” he says, “I’d like to reassure you that we’re doing everything we can to find the person responsible for the hit and run. We’re following up on all the details you and your boss gave us at the hospital this morning, and we’ve put a board up at the scene of the accident, asking for eye-witnesses, but no one has come forward yet. We’ve also examined the CCTV footage from Green Fields, but the camera range doesn’t cover the road so we were unable to get a shot of the car as it passed. I’m afraid we’ve got very little to go on at present.”

I take a sip of my water. “I understand.”

“As for the notes and messages you’ve received” – he glances at his notepad – “we do take stalking very seriously these days, and someone is obviously trying to unsettle and unnerve you, and keeping their identity secret is part of the intimidation. There haven’t been any obvious threats of violence, but” – he circles something on his pad with his pen – “the most recently received text message does sound as though it could have been sent by the person who knocked you off your bike, and that’s something we need to take seriously as, if the two are connected, that could mean an intent to harm, or even attempted murder. I’m going to talk to my sergeant about your case and whether we should pass it on to CID, and then …”

I don’t hear the rest of his sentence because two words are repeating over and over in my head. Attempted murder. I’ve spent the last twelve hours trying to convince myself that what happened was an accident, that it was a drunken stag party driving too quickly through unfamiliar roads in the dark.

“Jane?” PC Barnham waves his hand across my line of vision. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, sorry. What were you saying?”

“That we won’t offer police protection at this stage, but I would like you to think about all the people who might hold a grudge against you or want to harm you in some way. If you could let me have that list as soon as possible … I’d also like you to continue to log and save every text, online message and written note, and keep a diary of any unusual activity. You might want to consider carrying a personal safety device and installing a security alarm in your home. If it makes you feel safer, you might also want to consider asking your boyfriend to move in with you until that’s done. William Smart, did you say his name is? Or maybe you could stay with him?”