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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

Clodagh was in the spare bedroom, looking out of the window. Adam was sitting in the garden with Jake and his tiresome girlfriend, Felicity. Clodagh had excused herself twenty minutes ago on the pretence she wanted to get the room set up for their guests. The truth was, she’d needed to get away. It was still early, six thirty or thereabouts, and Jake was well on his way to getting drunk. Clodagh didn’t like the man when he was sober and found him insufferable when he was drinking. She couldn’t believe Adam hadn’t cancelled this visit. The last thing she felt like was socialising, especially with Jake bloody Harris. But Adam had insisted, said Jake and Felicity were looking forward to getting out of London. When Clodagh pointed out they’d spent the previous weekend in a luxury villa by the sea, Adam had frowned and reminded her that the weekend had ended in tragedy.

As she watched, Jake lifted the bottle of rosé and refilled his glass. Adam said something. Clodagh hoped that maybe he was pointing out to Jake there were two other people whose glasses were also empty. But Jake threw back his head and roared with laughter, so she guessed Adam had said something else entirely.

She’d lain awake most of last night, unable to sleep as she wavered between anger at Ivan for lying to her, and fear for his safety. She’d tried calling him again after the detectives left yesterday afternoon, but she’d got his voicemail. Just like every other time she’d called him. And when she’d spoken with Adam about it, he’d dismissed her concerns, telling her Ivan would show up when he was ready.

Turning away from the window, Clodagh looked around the room, making sure everything was in order for their guests. She didn’t like Jake or Felicity, but she’d grown up in a house where you couldn’t do enough for people who came to stay. It wasn’t a habit she could shake off now.

Walking in here earlier had triggered a wave of nostalgia. This was the room she used to stay in when she’d come to visit Vivienne and Adam. In many ways, she preferred it to the master bedroom she now shared with Adam. It was a bright and airy room with views over the garden to the countryside beyond. Rolling green hills and ancient woodland spread out in every direction, as far as the eye could see. There was no en suite bathroom here, which was why it wasn’t classed as the master bedroom. But in a house with three upstairs bathrooms, Clodagh didn’t really see how that was a problem.