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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

‘I’ll look into it first thing tomorrow. See what I can find out.’ She nodded at Rachel’s glass. ‘You ready for another?’

‘Go on then.’ As Rachel drank some more of her lager, another thought occurred to her. ‘Sharon asked us to do a bit more digging into Clodagh. Can I leave that to you too?’

‘Sure thing.’

‘In fact,’ Rachel said. ‘Take another look at all of them. See what you can find about their time in Crete, up to and including the day of the crash. Take another look at Nick’s friends too – Gary and the other two. Get Sam to help you.’

‘I guess I’d better go and tell him now.’ Ade smiled. ‘Let him know he needs to get an early night. See you later, Rach.’

‘What about my drink?’ Rachel called, but it was pointless. Ade was already gone, moving across the beer garden with the speed and focus of a wild animal getting ready to pounce on its prey.

Thirty-seven

Day Ten

The following morning, Clodagh woke with a sense of purpose she hadn’t felt for a while. She wasn’t going to sit back and wait for things to happen. She was going to speak with Adam and tell him he didn’t have a choice: either he called the police and told them about Robbie, or she would do it. But when she went downstairs, instead of finding Adam there was a handwritten note on the kitchen table informing her he’d gone for a bike ride and would be out for most of the day. Which, Clodagh realised with a stab of irritation, was his way of avoiding another difficult conversation.

Not prepared to sit around all day waiting for him to come home, she called Ivan and asked if he wanted to meet up later. He told her he was working this morning but he’d be free from lunchtime. They arranged to meet later that afternoon at his home in Worthing.

Clodagh was walking down the hill to the train station on the outskirts of the village, when she got a phone call from her neurologist, Charlie Simpson.

‘Thanks for calling me back,’ Clodagh said. She’d called Charlie’s office the other day, left a message with his secretary saying she needed to speak to him.

‘I’ve been following the news,’ Charlie said. ‘This can’t be an easy time for you. How are you holding up?’

‘Not too bad, considering.’

‘We’re not due another check-up until October,’ Charlie said. ‘Has something specific happened that’s worrying you? Apart from the rather obvious fact that two people close to you have been killed.’

‘I remembered something that happened at the airport,’ Clodagh said. ‘But it’s a single memory that has no context. I want to know what I can do to remember the rest of it.’