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Back The Lucky Eight
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

‘You’re back.’ Adam stood up and walked across to kiss Clodagh’s cheek. ‘How was your walk?’

‘Fine.’

She didn’t look fine, Rachel thought. She looked done in. Dark rings under her eyes, skin so white it was almost translucent.

‘What were you saying about Tara?’ Clodagh asked, looking from Rachel to Adam.

‘Adam was telling me about Tara’s phone call to him on Wednesday,’ Rachel said.

Clodagh frowned.

‘What phone call?’

Clearly, Adam hadn’t bothered telling his girlfriend about the phone call. Which made Rachel very keen to find out why he’d kept that information to himself.

Twenty-eight

Clodagh saw the flare of anger on Adam’s face when she asked him about Tara. Right now, she didn’t care. She thought back to Wednesday night, turning up at his hotel. The opened bottle of wine, the weird way he’d been acting. She felt scared, suddenly, as she tried to understand why he hadn’t told her.

‘You didn’t say anything about a phone call.’

She could feel the two detectives watching her and knew she needed to be careful about what she said. But she was angry with Adam for not telling her everything. And, just like her sister, Clodagh was reckless when she was angry.

Adam held his hands up defensively.

‘You were upset. The only thing I was thinking about was making sure you were okay. Besides, the phone call wasn’t important. I didn’t even speak to her. She left me a message asking if I knew how the police investigation was going. That’s all.’

‘She called you too, didn’t she?’ Ade said, looking at Clodagh. ‘I know you’ve already spoken to the police in London about that. But the investigation has been officially passed over to us now. So maybe you could tell us about that phone call?’

Clodagh felt like crying. The last thing in the world she wanted was to go through all that again. But Ade Benjamin was smiling expectantly at her and she knew she didn’t have a choice.

‘I didn’t speak to her,’ she said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

‘Here.’ Adam poured some coffee into a mug and passed it to her.

She lifted the mug to her mouth, savouring the rich smell of the freshly ground beans, before remembering she shouldn’t drink it. Putting the cup down, she noticed Rachel Lewis watching her closely but, thankfully, Rachel didn’t say anything.

‘She left me a message,’ Clodagh said. ‘Said she needed to speak to me. I tried calling her back but kept getting her voicemail.’

‘So you went all the way to London to find out why she wanted to speak to you?’ Rachel said. ‘Why would you do that?’

‘I was worried.’

Rachel stared, waiting for Clodagh to say something else.