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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

After talking things through with the team and assigning actions, Rachel sat down at her laptop to start pulling together all the information she needed to charge Adam Murray with two counts of murder. She put her headphones on. Playing music helped her concentrate and, right now, she needed to block out the sounds around her. Every conversation was a distraction, sending her thoughts off in other directions, away from Adam Murray.

She’d been working for over an hour, when she felt someone tapping her shoulder. Pulling off her headphones, she looked around and saw Ade standing behind her.

‘Is it urgent?’ Rachel said. ‘Because if it isn’t, I’d rather wait till later.’

‘I think you need to hear this,’ Ade said. ‘See, I sat in that interview and I couldn’t shake off the feeling that Adam Murray’s telling the truth. I don’t think he’s our killer, Rach.’

‘Feelings aren’t enough,’ Rachel said, ‘you know that, Ade.’

‘I know.’ Ade beamed. ‘Which is why I’ve taken another look back over the records from the original investigation into the crash. You’re not going to believe what I’ve just found.’

Fifty-one

The day of the crash

Clodagh was shaking from head to toe. Rage tore through her, as she realised why she’d spent so much time by herself on this holiday. Vivienne was having an affair. With sleazy Nick Gilbert. All those times she’d disappeared, pretending she’d gone for a walk or been to the shops or had simply been by the pool and somehow Clodagh had missed her. Lies. This holiday had never been about Clodagh and Vivienne. It had been arranged so that Vivienne could spend time with him.

‘Clodagh, wait!’ Vivienne was hurrying after her, across the airport terminal.

‘Leave me alone,’ Clodagh hissed.

‘No. I need you to understand.’ Vivienne tried to grab her arm, but Clodagh shook her off.

‘Nick Gilbert?’ Clodagh said. ‘Jesus, Vivienne. I thought you had taste.’

‘He makes me happy, Clodagh. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel happy.’

‘How long?’ Clodagh said. Then, when Vivienne didn’t answer, ‘Oh no. This is my fault, isn’t it? I took you to his restaurant and introduced you to him. Was that when it started? Did you slip him your telephone number that night? Actually, you know what? I don’t care how it started. What about Adam? He doesn’t deserve this.’

‘Adam doesn’t care about me,’ Vivienne said. ‘He only ever cared about being with me because of who I am and the lifestyle I could offer him.’

‘Stop it!’ Clodagh said. ‘You lied to me. You said this holiday was about us spending time together. You said it was a coincidence that Nick and Gary were at the same resort. But it was just an excuse for you to be with him.’