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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

‘You were right, Rachel,’ he said, coming to a halt in front of them. ‘I managed to get through to Shane Cross. Clodagh and Adam go way back. They’ve been friends since uni days, apparently. Early on in her relationship with Cross, she admitted that she’d been head over heels with Adam Murray for years. Cross said Clodagh never really forgave Vivienne for marrying him.’

‘It still doesn’t mean Clodagh and Adam had an affair,’ Ade said.

‘I know that,’ Rachel said. ‘But it’s worth asking them about it, don’t you think? Sam, you okay to see if we can get the two of them in for an interview over the next day or so?’

‘Sure thing.’

‘Good.’ Rachel nodded. ‘And maybe we can get you sitting in on the interviews as well.’

He looked so happy to be included, Rachel almost forgave him for his misogynistic comments earlier. Almost, but not quite. Because Sam Latimer might be sex on legs, but he was also an arrogant little shit who needed taking down a peg or two.

Forty-one

Rain poured from the sky as Clodagh hurried through the North Laine in Brighton. By the time she found the coffee shop where she’d arranged to meet Bella she was soaked through. Shaking the water off her, she looked around.

‘Clodagh! Over here.’

Bella was sitting at a table near the back, half hidden in the shadows. Clodagh weaved her way through the tiny space, shivering. The cool air and dim lighting meant this was probably a great escape from the heat on a sunny day. Today, it felt bleak and unwelcoming.

‘I ordered you a cappuccino. Hope that’s okay?’

‘Thanks.’ Clodagh sat down and slid the cup towards her, breathing in the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

‘The coffee’s great here,’ Bella said. ‘That’s why I chose it. I’m glad you called. I’m not doing great today.’

‘You and me both.’

The truth was, she’d barely slept. For the rest of the evening, Adam had acted as if everything was fine between them. He’d drunk more wine and talked incessantly about his concerns over the future of his TV show. He hadn’t seemed to notice that Clodagh barely contributed to the conversation, at most giving monosyllabic answers when he asked her a direct question. When he finally stood up and said he was going to bed, she’d smiled and told him she’d be right up. And then she’d waited downstairs for two hours until she was certain he’d be asleep when she went up.