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
To this day, that’s all we know. We still don’t know whether the fire was deliberate or accidental. By the time we got back to the UK, it was all over the press – “SEX CULT IN NEPAL BURNS DOWN. BRITISH STUDENTS DEAD.” Six of the bodies that were found were identified, including the new girl Abigail and one of her friends, but the rest of the bodies were so badly burned that the police found little more than piles of bones. According to one report I read, the remains were going to be sent off to be DNA profiled, but I never read anything more about it, so Al and I will never know whether Leanne was one of the fire’s victims, or, like several of the members, she fled and vanished. We don’t know what happened to Raj or Sally or Isis or Cera. When we got back to the UK, we tried to trace Ruth’s family, but with only a first name to go on, we drew blank after blank. Al tried to justify her decision to sell her story by saying that maybe Ruth’s family would read it and get in touch. As far as I know, they never did. Sometimes people go missing for a reason.
I navigate from the hospital’s website to Facebook and re-read the messages sent from Daisy’s account:
Help me, Emma!
It’s so cold.
You never came back for me.
I don’t want to die alone.
Could Leanne have sent those? It’s possible, but how would she have got hold of my mobile number to text me this:
Only the good die young. That’ll explain why you’re still alive, then.
Al told me there’s some kind of website you can use to get hold of someone’s details, but Leanne’s never been technologically minded. If she had been, she could probably have found Isaac by searching the web instead of going to the Salvation Army. And what about the letter? I don’t have it any more, but I read it enough times that the shape of the handwriting is indelibly imprinted behind my eyelids. I have no idea if it’s Leanne’s handwriting or not – I don’t think I’ve ever seen her writing – and now there’s no way of comparing it with any letters or postcards Al might have.
Anyone could have written the messages. The words are all spelled correctly and they’re grammatically correct, but what does that tell me other than the fact they were written by someone with an education?