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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

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?