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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

‘Leave me alone, Gary. I told you when we split up that I never wanted to see you again. You strung me along for too long, lying to me and making promises you had no intention of keeping. We’re finished.’

She turned and walked away, ignoring his shouts as he called after her. She didn’t know where she was going, just that she couldn’t be anywhere near her sister or Gary. If she hadn’t already checked her bags in, she would have left the airport altogether. She checked her flight time on the departures board. Two hours before take-off. She hadn’t gone through security yet and decided to wait a while. There was less chance of bumping into Vivienne this side of the gates.

In the Ladies, she splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm the rage still burning inside her. Behind her, the sound of a toilet flushing, then a cubicle door opening.

‘Are you okay?’

She looked up, saw a woman about her own age, standing at the next sink, staring at her.

‘Not really.’ Clodagh shook her head, drips of water splashing onto the mirror, blurring her reflection. ‘I’ve had a row with someone and I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to forgive them.’

‘What did they do?’

‘It was my sister,’ Clodagh said. ‘She lied about something important.’

‘Well I know a thing or two about being lied to.’ The woman leaned towards Clodagh, as she continued speaking. ‘You know what I’ve worked out? The only way to deal with a liar is to play them at their own game.’

‘I don’t know if I can do that,’ Clodagh said.

‘You’d be surprised.’ The woman smiled. ‘You need to find the one thing that would hurt them most and make them think it’s happened. That’s what I’m about to do right now. Wish me luck.’

Fifty-two

‘I don’t understand,’ Rachel said, looking again at the photo on Ade’s computer screen. It was a screenshot from the security videos at the entrance to Heraklion airport. A random shot, one of hundreds, that Ade had spent the last hour looking through.

The image showed people entering and leaving the building. Ade had zoomed in on the face of one of them – a woman, late twenties to early thirties, walking out of the building. The angle of the camera gave a clear view of the woman’s face, and there was no mistaking who she was.

‘It’s Bella,’ Ade said. ‘No doubt about it. I was trying to find an image with Gary in it. I thought if I could get some footage of him at the airport, it might help us understand why he’d been drinking. I don’t know why, but I had this idea it might be important. So I started looking through the images from the airport, and I found this.’