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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 pretended to straighten the papers on her desk, as she thought about what to ask next.

‘Except neither of you really forgot about it,’ she said, ‘did you?’

‘I don’t understand,’ Ivan said.

‘I think you understand perfectly.’ Rachel smiled. ‘Two days ago, we managed to find Robbie. He’s been in Spain all this time, living with his mother. But you don’t need me to tell you this, because you already know.’

Ivan opened his mouth to speak, but she held her hand up.

‘Before you say anything, let me finish. The Spanish police spoke to Robbie on Saturday. I think he called you after that to tell you we’d found him. You can deny it if you want to, but we can always check your phone records. It would be better if you simply told us the truth.’

‘You’re right,’ Ivan said, after a moment. ‘I’ve known all along that Robbie was in Spain.’

‘Why didn’t you tell anyone? Adam and the others have been worried about him.’

Ivan looked at his solicitor.

‘Do I have to answer that?’

‘No. Detectives, unless you can prove that Robbie Fuson being in Spain has anything to do with your murder investigation, my client won’t be answering any further questions about his relationship with Mr Fuson.’

Rachel had been a detective long enough to know a dead end when she hit one. She could, if she really wanted to, continue to push Ivan about why he hadn’t told anyone that Robbie was in Spain. But the solicitor was right. For now, Rachel couldn’t see how Robbie’s disappearing act had anything to do with why Nick Gilbert and Tara Coleman had been murdered.

Thirty-three

After she left the pub, Clodagh went back to the house, grabbed some water and headed up the downs. She walked for hours, not wanting to return home until she was certain Jake and Felicity had gone. She did a circular walk, starting at the house and crossing over the downs to Rodmell, the beautiful village where Virginia and Leonard Woolf had lived. At the river Ouse, where the author had tragically taken her own life, Clodagh sat on the grass and took a moment to enjoy the simple pleasure of sitting by water on a warm summer’s day. The sky was blue and cloudless, light reflecting off the river as it made its journey south towards Newhaven where it flowed into the English Channel. Soothed by the beautiful setting, the storm of emotions raging through her gradually abated.