Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Five Years Later
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Sheila Bugler
‘Clodagh!’ Rachel banged on the window. The body on the floor didn’t move. She could see blood now, pooling on the ground around Clodagh. Rachel tried to break the glass with her elbow, then by throwing her body against it but it wouldn’t break. She scanned the garden, looking for something she could use. A selection of garden furniture, most of it too heavy to lift. Down at the end, amongst the wildflowers, a single deck chair. She raced across the lawn, lifted the chair and carried it towards the house, folding it as she ran.
With a roar, Rachel lifted the chair over her head and charged, throwing the chair into the glass door with every ounce of strength she possessed. An almighty crashing sound shook the silence of the night and suddenly the door was gone and there was broken glass everywhere, on the floor and in her hair, tiny cuts breaking out on her face and arms. She ran inside, slipping and sliding on the shattered glass, and fell to the ground before the body, praying to any god up there who would listen, that she wasn’t too late.
Fifty-five
‘I never meant for all those people to die,’ Bella said. ‘But to imply it was my fault? That’s bullshit. I only gave him one drink. He must have had more after he left me. If the airline had been doing their job properly, he’d have been breathalysed. But they don’t do that, do they? Those budget airlines, it’s all about cramming bodies onto the plane and getting as many flights in as they can. Besides, I’d never have spiked Gary’s drink in the first place if he hadn’t left me. If anyone’s to blame for what happened, it’s Clodagh Kinsella.’
She stopped speaking and looked defiantly at Rachel and Ade. So far, she hadn’t shown one bit of remorse for her actions. Self-pity outweighing guilt all the way.
‘Tell us what happened with Nick,’ Rachel said.
‘I’ve already advised my client that she doesn’t need to say anything else at this stage,’ Bella’s solicitor said.
‘And I’ve told you I want them to hear my side of the story,’ Bella said. ‘They need to know that none of this was my fault.’
‘We know Nick upset a lot of people that night,’ Ade said. ‘I’m guessing he was pretty nasty to you too?’