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
She’d already been here for two hours. First, giving a formal statement, going back over how she’d found Nick’s body. After that, Rachel had explained they would be asking Clodagh some more questions about Nick’s murder. As this interview would be done under caution, Rachel had arranged for the duty solicitor to be present. The solicitor and Clodagh had already had an initial meeting and were now ready for the interview to take place.
‘As I’ve already explained,’ Rachel said, ‘we’ll be interviewing you under caution, and recording the interview as we go along. Any questions before we begin?’
Clodagh shook her head. ‘Let’s get it over and done with.’
Rachel hit the record button and started speaking.
‘Interview commencing at 11:15 hours. Present in the room are Detective Inspector Rachel Lewis and Detective Constable Ade Benjamin, along with Ms Clodagh Kinsella and her legal representative, John Goodall.
‘Clodagh, we’ve brought you in this morning to ask you a few more questions about the murder of Nick Gilbert. When we spoke to you on Sunday, you told us that you weren’t particularly close with the victim.’
‘I wasn’t,’ Clodagh said. ‘It’s why his text message didn’t make any sense. I didn’t even know Nick had my number. Actually, that’s not true. There’s a WhatsApp group so we all have each other’s phone numbers, but he’d never contacted me before.’
‘You didn’t tell us that you knew Nick before the plane crash,’ Rachel said.
Clodagh took another sip from her glass before replying.
‘I didn’t know him well,’ she said. ‘I ate at his restaurant a few times, that’s all.’
‘Yet you ended up staying in the same resort in Crete?’ Ade asked.
‘How is this relevant?’ Clodagh’s solicitor asked.
‘We think Clodagh might not have been entirely honest with us about how well she knew the victim,’ Rachel said.
‘That’s not true,’ Clodagh said. ‘I’ve told you the truth. I knew Nick a little bit because I’d been to his restaurant. But it was a complete shock to me when he turned up at the same resort.’
‘So you hadn’t planned it like that?’ Rachel asked.
‘Of course not.’
‘It doesn’t make sense.’ Ade frowned, like she was struggling to understand what Clodagh was telling her. ‘You knew Nick before the crash. You both stayed in the same resort in Crete. And then you remained in touch with Nick after the crash. In fact, you both share an experience that no one – apart from the eight of you who survived that crash – can even begin to understand. Yet you’re still saying you barely knew each other and you’ve no idea why he wanted to speak to you on Saturday night?’
‘It’s the truth.’ Clodagh’s eyes slid to the side. ‘I’ve no clue why he sent that text message.’