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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Five Years Later
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. Forty-seven
  52. Forty-eight
  53. Forty-nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-one
  56. Fifty-two
  57. Fifty-three
  58. Fifty-four
  59. Fifty-five
  60. Epilogue
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. Canelo Crime
  63. About the Author
  64. Also by Sheila Bugler

‘I don’t know.’ Clodagh frowned. ‘I’ve remembered something, but I don’t know what it means.’

It was the first time she’d remembered anything from the airport. Which meant her memory was finally coming back. All the effort she’d put into remembering was paying off.

‘Do that again,’ she said.

‘What?’

‘Put your hand on my arm and lean towards me as if you’re going to say something.’

Bella frowned, but did what Clodagh asked her and this time the memory expanded. Clodagh saw herself, standing at the sink, splashing cold water on her face. Her hands, her whole body, shaking with rage. Behind her, the sound of a toilet flushing, a cubicle door opening and… Nothing.

Clodagh shook Bella’s hand off her arm and rubbed her face. Whatever had happened at the airport, it had happened there in the Ladies’ toilet. Someone else had been in there with her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember who that was.

Twenty-six

Day Six

Rachel was lying on her back on a sun-drenched beach, her eyes closed as she listened to the soft sound of waves rustling over the white sand. A cool breeze whispered against her warm skin. She couldn’t see the cocktail on the table beside her, but she knew it was there. Just as she knew Grace was lying on the other sunbed, a straw hat covering her face and a book on the ground beside her. Rachel reached out to take Grace’s hand, when a loud, clanging sound broke through the peace. Her eyes shot open. Instead of white sand and turquoise ocean, all she could see were dark shapes and the white glare of a light. Gradually, she realised the light was her phone screen, which lit up when her alarm went off. Groaning, she leaned over, switched off the alarm and slumped back onto her pillow. The details of the dream had already faded, replaced by a rush of thoughts about what lay ahead of her today.

She was alone in the bed. Grace must have got up earlier, without Rachel hearing her. She would be out for her morning run before the day got too hot. With a bit of luck, they’d have time to grab breakfast together before Rachel had to leave for work. But by the time Rachel was showered and dressed, Grace still wasn’t back. Which meant she’d gone on one of her long runs and might be out for another hour. Disappointed, Rachel sent a text, telling Grace she loved her and promising to be home in time for dinner. After that, she hung around the house for another half hour, just in case. But Grace didn’t come home and, eventually, Rachel had to give up waiting and go to work.