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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

Swearing under her breath, Clodagh sat back, trying to work out what to do. There had to be a way to fix it. She went onto the internet, looking for a solution, but there were too many options and her brain couldn’t cope with the amount of information. There were plenty of laptop repair shops in Brighton. The next time she went there, she’d take the memory stick with her and see if the people in the shop could help. Until then, there was nothing else she could do. She removed the memory stick and put it in the drawer by her bed before going back downstairs.

In the kitchen, she got a glass of water and was about to go outside when she heard Jake’s voice and froze.

‘I remember having a conversation with Shelly about it,’ he was saying. ‘She said Gary was this big, fun-loving personality but the day of the crash he was acting really weirdly. She said he was upset, like he’d just had some really bad news.’

‘Stop it!’

Three faces turned to look at her.

‘What’s the matter?’ Jake said. ‘It’s not a secret that something was off that day. Why else would he get pissed before he flew that plane? See, what I’m wondering is this. What if it’s connected?’

Clodagh looked at Adam and saw he was uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. She waited for him to tell Jake how insensitive he was being but, true to form, Adam let Jake carry on talking.

‘Ooh,’ Felicity said, joining in, ‘maybe someone spiked his drink and Nick was killed because he worked out who it was? They were friends, right? So maybe Nick knew what had happened but he never told anyone.’

Clodagh felt nauseous and dizzy. Scared she was going to throw up or faint, she pulled out a chair and sat down. Even though the last thing she wanted to do was sit out here with the rest of them.

‘Are you okay?’ Adam asked. ‘You look really pale.’

Clodagh took a sip of water before slamming the glass down on the table. ‘Hardly a surprise. Can you imagine what it’s like, listening to all of you talking about the crash as if it’s a TV drama and you’re trying to work out the plot? None of you were there that day, so none of you can understand what it was like. How fucking terrible and terrifying and utterly devastating it is to be involved in something like that.’