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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

Rachel didn’t believe him, but she knew there was no point trying to prove it. If they needed to, they could track the mobile signal and find out exactly where his phone had been this last week. For now, she had more important questions to ask him.

‘What about when you heard that Tara had been killed?’ she asked. ‘Surely that would have made you want to call one of your friends and find out what was happening?’

‘I already told you,’ he said. ‘I didn’t have my phone and all my numbers are on that.’

‘There are plenty of other ways to contact people,’ Ade said. ‘If you’d wanted to get in touch with Clodagh or one of the others, you could have done it through social media.’

‘I went to Chichester to get away, not to speak to people.’

‘Where were you on Wednesday?’ Rachel asked.

‘The day Tara was killed? I was in Chichester.’

‘Is there anyone who can confirm that?’

‘Sure. I spent most of the day in a gay bar called The Box. You can ask the barman, Mikey.’

‘They’ll have CCTV as well,’ Rachel said. ‘If you’re lying we’ll be able to find out pretty quickly.’

‘I’m not lying,’ Ivan said. ‘You can check all the cameras you want to. You’ll see I was falling around drunk most of that day. Most other days during the week as well.’

‘I can understand the need to get away,’ Ade said, softly. ‘It must feel a little too much sometimes, being part of that group of people.’

‘I care for all of them,’ Ivan said, ‘but you are right. There are times when things get too intense and I can’t stand it. After Nicky was killed, I knew there would be so much gossip and talk and going back over everything that had happened. I couldn’t stand to be part of it so I ran away.’ He gave a sad smile. ‘Running away is something I am very good at.’

‘So you haven’t spoken to any of the other survivors during the last few days?’ Ade said.

Ivan hesitated, as if he suspected she might be trying to catch him out. But he must have decided she was on the level, because after a moment he shook his head.

‘None of them.’

‘Not even Robbie?’ Ade said.

Ivan had been slumped down in his chair but, at the mention of Robbie’s name, he straightened up, his body tense, like an animal sensing danger.

‘Why would I speak to Robbie?’