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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

The police had kept them at the hotel until late afternoon. While they’d interviewed each guest, the others had been forced to wait in their rooms. The interview with Adam had dragged on for over an hour. During that time, Clodagh had sat in her room, obsessively going back over everything that had happened. Several times, Ivan had knocked on her door to ask if she wanted to hang out with him. Each time, she’d sent him away saying she was too tired. The truth was she couldn’t face being with Ivan, knowing she’d have to continue lying if he asked her again about the text message from Nick.

When Adam had eventually come back to the room, he hadn’t wanted to talk about what the police had asked him. At the time, she hadn’t pushed him, telling herself it wasn’t fair, that he would talk to her when he was ready. Now, she couldn’t stop wondering if the real reason was that she didn’t want to know the truth. Because the more she thought about it, the more convinced she had become that Adam hadn’t told her the full story about the argument he’d had with Nick.

She might have asked him about it now they were back home, except Jake had insisted on coming back with them. Thankfully, he hadn’t brought his airhead girlfriend with him. That would have been the final straw for Clodagh.

He’d been here for two hours so far and was showing no sign of leaving any time soon. Clodagh had come out here to get away from them both, sick of their endless examination of the different ways Nick’s death could impact Adam’s career. Jake was already looking at how to capitalise on what had happened, cynically using it as another way of making money. As if they didn’t both already have more wealth than most people could ever dream of. Fakey Jakey was the name Ivan had given to Adam’s agent, a name so appropriate Clodagh sometimes worried she’d say it to Jake’s face one day by mistake.

She sat down on the deckchair that she’d forgotten to put away the last time she’d been here. Adam didn’t like it when she left the chairs out overnight, although he rarely came down to this part of the garden so mostly didn’t realise when she had. The chair was part of a set he’d bought at the Towner Gallery last year; each one had a print of the South Downs on its canvas cover. Clodagh loved them all, but this was her favourite – a print of Beachy Head with its white cliffs, red and white striped lighthouse and clear blue sea.