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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Dedication
  5. 1
  6. 2
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  40. Acknowledgements
  41. Keep Reading…
  42. About the Author
  43. Also by Camilla Way
  44. About the Publisher

‘So what did Jade say?’ Mac asked her later that evening ‘Anything interesting?’

They were slumped on his sofa, picking at a stir-fry she’d made for them. And to her own surprise, Clara found herself saying, ‘No. Not really. Bit of a waste of time, to be honest.’

He nodded. ‘That’s a shame. So who’s next on the list?’

‘A couple of his old colleagues,’ she said vaguely. ‘I’ll get on to them tomorrow.’

She realized that she couldn’t quite face telling Mac what Jade had told her. He would, she knew, be as horrified and shocked as she was, yet she also knew that his loyalty to Luke might lead him to defend his friend, suggest that the girl was exaggerating perhaps, or even making it up, and though part of her was desperate to believe that, to be persuaded that the person she had loved for three years was incapable of behaving so badly, she also couldn’t quite face hearing it brushed aside, denied or disbelieved either. She watched as Mac got up and began to clear the plates away, and when he smiled at her, she smiled too, before turning back to the TV.

She thought about Luke, about his exuberance, his easy charm, how she and Mac had always laughed at the way luck seemed to follow him, wherever he went, how he always seemed to get what he wanted, always came out on top. It suddenly didn’t seem so funny any more. She thought about Amy and Jade and Ellen and the way Luke had treated them. Excuses could be made, of course. He was young and frightened when he’d got Amy pregnant. Perhaps Ellen had been exaggerating. Why then, did she feel so utterly sick to her stomach? Again she thought of the emails Luke had been sent. You think you’ve got away with it. Think again, Luke.

Who’d sent that email? She was pretty certain it was neither of the women she’d met over the past few days. The woman, Ellen, who’d made the accusation at university was living in Hong Kong now with a new baby, according to her check-ins and photos on Facebook, so was unlikely to be driving Luke around Britain in a stolen van. And Amy hardly seemed like a revenge-crazed psychopath either. She felt drained by the impossibility of it – there could be countless women that Luke had wronged in some way, women she had no hope of knowing about, let alone tracking down. It was hopeless.

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London, 2017