Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Five Years Later
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Sheila Bugler
‘You don’t understand, Clodagh. This isn’t about me. It’s about doing what’s right for all the people the foundation has worked so hard to help. If word gets out about what Robbie’s done, people will stop donating. How will that help anyone?’
She didn’t answer, because she didn’t trust herself to speak without screaming. Whatever he said, she knew the decision not to go to the police was as much about protecting Adam as it was about looking out for anyone else. The other thing she knew, which made this whole situation even worse, was that Jake Harris had played a key part in the decision to cover up Robbie’s crime.
‘It’s easy for you,’ Adam said, his voice hardening. ‘You don’t have to make difficult decisions like this. You, and everyone else, get the benefits from the foundation’s work without having to do anything. But I’ve worked my guts out to get us to where we are today. I’ve dedicated my life to doing everything I can for all the people whose lives were devastated by that terrible tragedy. I will not let one person’s bad decision-making ruin all of that.’
‘What if it turns out that Robbie’s the murderer?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous.’
‘You think I’m the one who’s being ridiculous? You and Robbie had a huge falling out. You cut him off from the charity and all of the people he’s got to know over the last few years. Is that not a good enough reason for revenge?’
‘If he was out to get revenge,’ Adam said, ‘he would have killed me, not Nick and Tara. Besides, he’s in Spain not the UK. He took the money and ran. Literally. He’s used our money to buy his little bolthole in Andalucía, leaving me to clear up the mess he’s left behind.’
Clodagh stood up, needing to put some distance between them.
‘I’m going upstairs,’ she said. ‘I can’t be with you right now. I’ll sleep in the spare room tonight.’
‘Clodagh, don’t be like that,’ Adam called after her. ‘Please come back so we can talk about it.’
It occurred to her that this was the second time she’d walked away from him in as many days. She knew that didn’t bode well for the future of their relationship, but the alternative – to go back into the kitchen and listen to his excuses – wasn’t an option. It was still early, not yet eight o’clock. Too early to go to bed, but she didn’t know what else to do.