Then there was the sound of breaking glass, so shrill and sudden that I actually jumped. And then … then there was silence. At last, the electric light overhead flickered back on, but now there was only Will and Emily in the room. As the phone jumped round, I could see Emily sprawled on the floor by the marble fireplace, tears running down her face, and Will’s reflection showed up near the window that was, quite clearly, broken – shards of glass gleaming in the moonlight. And was that … blood glistening on the jagged edges?

“Where’s Kenzie?” Will gasped.

He ran to the window. I guessed he’d probably forgotten that he was still recording by now, and the phone slammed against the windowsill as he peered over the edge. Then there was an awful groan that 218I guessed must have come from Will, and the screen filled with the image of a body lying crumpled at the foot of the lighthouse. Even from this distance, it was possible to make out her fair hair and a dark pool of blood spreading around her on the flagstones.

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Chapter Eighteen

I was speechless for long moments after the video finally came to an end.

“I don’t know what to say,” I finally said, looking at Will. “I’m so very sorry that happened to you. To all of you.”

“Me too. I showed the video to the police,” Will said. “I guess I thought it was proof of a haunting. I thought they’d do something about the lighthouse, have it knocked down or at least locked up. But instead it just made them suspicious of me.”

“Of you?” I frowned. “But why?”

“You heard Kenzie in the video asking me to let go and that I was hurting her.” He looked sick. “I never touched her but someone had hold of her in there, and I think they dragged her over to that window 220and pushed her through it. The police thought it might have been me for a while. I spent hours being questioned by them. They never took it any further in the end, but I think it made my parents wonder how responsible I might be for Kenzie’s death. I think it made the whole town wonder…”

I remembered Cailean’s warning that I should stay away from Will, and the way that Will’s dad had spoken to him back at the camp. It was bad enough losing Rosie, but at least my own family didn’t think I was responsible.

“This is awful,” I said. “Awful that it happened at all, let alone that people think you’re to blame.”