Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Five Years Later
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Sheila Bugler
‘You’re sure that’s all it is?’ Ade asked.
‘Of course.’ He gave them both another smile. ‘It’s great news. I can’t wait to tell Clodagh.’
‘Where were you on Wednesday afternoon?’ Rachel said, hoping to catch him off guard with the sudden change of topic.
‘Wednesday? I have no… oh I see. The day Tara was killed. I’ve completely forgotten my manners as well. Please, let’s sit down and then I’ll answer whatever questions you’ve got for me. I have nothing to hide, you know.’
He pulled out one of the chairs at the delightfully shabby chic kitchen table, gesturing for Rachel and Ade to do the same. Rachel suspected his little speech was an attempt to stall for time while he got his story straight, but she sat down anyway.
‘Wednesday,’ she reminded him.
‘I had a meeting in London in the afternoon,’ he said. ‘I’m about to launch my own TV show. It’s very exciting and, at this stage, it involves a lot of meetings with the TV production company. The show’s called Murray’s Hour. A chat show format, but with just one guest each week. It will have a lot of depth, quite different to so much of the fluff that’s on TV these days. I’ll be speaking to people who’ve overcome different challenges, looking at the skills that make us resilient and keep us going during the toughest of times. In that sense, it will be an extension of my writing and the other work I do. But this way, I get to reach a far wider audience.’
If it wasn’t for the coffee, Rachel was pretty sure she’d have nodded off by now. Biting back the urge to tell him she didn’t give one damn about his TV show, she cut him off with another question:
‘Anything else?’
‘Let me see. I got a mid-morning train to London because I was planning to find a coffee shop and get some writing done before my meeting.’
‘So that’s all you did before your meetings?’
‘Not exactly.’ He took a sip of his coffee, pausing before answering her question. ‘I got a text from a friend while I was still on the train. He said he needed to see me. We arranged to meet for coffee before my meeting.’
‘Can you tell me the name of this friend?’