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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

‘Only if you tell me the truth.’ Tara looked across at Rachel. ‘You said you wouldn’t know how he died until after the post-mortem’s been done. I spoke to Nick’s parents earlier and they said that was happening today. Oh God. Do they know? I haven’t spoken to them since this morning. Why wouldn’t they call me if they knew how he’d died? Unless you’ve told them you think I killed him?’

‘They don’t know anything yet,’ Rachel said. ‘We wanted to speak to you first.’

There was a row of glass jars on the worktop, herbal teabags in each one. She couldn’t see any normal tea and guessed there probably wasn’t any. Preferring not to drink anything, she asked Ade and Tara what they wanted and prepared them each a cup of their choice.

‘We’ve got some more questions about Saturday night,’ she said, when the tea was finally made and she was sitting down.

‘I’ve already told you everything I know,’ Tara said.

‘You told us that you saw Nick and Adam having an argument,’ Ade said. ‘And you didn’t see him again after that?’

‘That’s right.’

Ade took a sip of her tea and glanced across at Rachel, who nodded. She was more than happy for Ade to lead the questioning.

‘You also told us Nick found the day really difficult,’ she said. ‘Which is understandable. From the conversations we’ve had with the other guests, it seems that Nick’s behaviour got a bit out of hand after he’d had a few drinks.’

‘It wasn’t his fault,’ Tara said. ‘He sometimes lashed out when he was drunk. He was always really sorry afterwards.’

‘Did he sometimes lash out at you too?’ Ade asked.

‘What do you mean?’ Tara was visibly startled, and Rachel felt her own body tensing in response, ready to grab Tara if she tried to make a run for it.

‘I’m just wondering what it was like for you when he got like that,’ Ade said. ‘It can’t have been easy. Especially as I imagine the day was just as difficult for you.’

‘I lost my two best friends in the crash,’ Tara said. ‘Monica and Jessie. It would have been Jess’s birthday in a few weeks. Weirdly, that’s when it gets to me the most each year. Not the anniversary of the crash but their birthdays. Twenty-eighth of March and twelfth of August.’

She shook her head, looking from Ade to Rachel.