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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

Suddenly the memory was there, so fully formed it was impossible to believe Clodagh could ever have forgotten it.

Fifty

‘I’m telling you, whoever killed those people it wasn’t me.’

Rachel had to hand it to Adam Murray. If nothing else, the man was consistent. He’d spent the last two hours trying to convince her he wasn’t a killer. So far, most of the evidence against him was circumstantial. They knew he’d had a row with Nick Gilbert, but that didn’t prove he’d killed Nick. A witness could confirm Adam was near Tara’s apartment the day she was killed but, again, that didn’t mean he was the person who’d ended her life so brutally. There was the USB stick, of course, but that showed he had been a controlling and abusive husband; not a murderer.

Unless Rachel could get him to admit something during the interview, she would be forced to let him go. The situation wasn’t helped by the niggling voice at the back of her head that told her Adam was telling the truth. She had to remind herself, more than once, that this was a man for whom fabricating stories was something of an art form.

So far, Murray had admitted lying to a number of things. The myth he’d created about his ‘perfect marriage’, the reason Robbie Fuson had walked away from the foundation, and the row Adam had had with Nick the night he was murdered.

‘The problem is,’ Rachel said, ‘you’ve lied about so much that it’s difficult to believe anything you tell us.’

‘I know that.’ Adam wrung his hands together, looking as if he was on the verge of crying. ‘I realise how badly I’ve messed up and I can’t blame you for not trusting me. But the only reason I didn’t tell you everything about my row with Nick was to protect my reputation. If the truth about my marriage got out, it could destroy me. It’s why I didn’t tell you why Robbie stepped down from the foundation. I was trying to protect the work we do, not destroy it. Don’t you see?’

‘I would have thought,’ Rachel said, ‘being accused of multiple murders is a pretty good way to destroy your reputation.’

Adam’s solicitor, a stuffed-up git in a suit, cleared his throat.

‘Could we stick to the facts, detective?’

‘If you didn’t kill those people,’ Ade said, ‘who do you think did?’

‘I have no idea. I genuinely can’t think of anyone. If there was anything I could tell you, don’t you think I’d do that?’

‘Were you planning to kill Clodagh as well?’ Rachel said.

‘What?’ Adam looked and sounded suitably horrified. Again, Rachel had to remind herself he was an accomplished liar. ‘Of course not. I love Clodagh. I’d never do anything to hurt her.’