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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

She stared out of the window at the passing countryside and thought about Luke at sixteen, how he’d been little more than a kid himself, how panicked and scared he must have been at the prospect of becoming a father. But if Amy was telling the truth – and she was certain that she was – there was no excuse for the way he’d behaved towards her. She realized that, for the first time since they’d met, she felt ashamed of him. She remembered Zoe saying how quickly and how deeply she had fallen for Luke, and it was true, but had her infatuation made her blind? If he was capable of behaving so badly towards Amy, who else might he have crossed? If Amy wasn’t responsible for Luke’s disappearance – and a gut feeling told her she wasn’t – then some other woman had sent the emails, stolen a van to take Luke off to God knows where. But who was she, and what had Luke done to provoke her?

When they finally joined the motorway she sighed and picked up her phone. After a moment’s thought she wrote her reply to Emily:

I need to know you are who you say you are. You sang a song with Luke when he was little, before he went to bed every night. Do you remember what it was?

She forced herself to put her phone away, telling herself that she needed to be patient; that Emily probably wouldn’t reply for ages. Her willpower lasted less than fifteen minutes, however, and to her surprise when she next looked there was already a message waiting for her.

Five Little Monkeys, it said. Where do you want to meet?

There’s a bar called The Octopus on Great Eastern Street, Clara wrote, her heart thudding with excitement. Would that suit you? I could meet tomorrow, any time.

The reply was instant:

I’ll be there at six. Please, Clara, it’s very important you don’t tell anyone. I’m trusting you.

Clara looked at Mac. ‘Bloody hell,’ she said. ‘We’re on!’

15

Cambridgeshire, 1989

After Doug told me to leave I ran blindly through the streets of our village, barely aware of my surroundings as I made my way towards Saint Dunstan’s Hill. When I got to the top I sat on a bench and looked out across the darkening fields. I don’t think I’d ever felt so desolate, so frightened. All I knew was that Hannah had pushed Toby. I knew she had.