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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

An idea started to form at the back of her mind. Clodagh had money. Lots of it. And now she was living with Adam, she’d have even more. If Clodagh wanted Tara to keep quiet about what she knew, maybe she’d be willing to pay for it.

She found Clodagh’s number and called it before she could change her mind. As she waited for Clodagh to answer, she felt her heart racing hard and fast and her skin tingling with anticipation. It was a disappointment when she got Clodagh’s voicemail.

‘It’s me,’ she said, ‘Tara. I need to see you. Nick told me—’

She was interrupted by a buzzing sound, so loud it made her jump.

She stumbled back, against the arm of the sofa. The bottle of wine slipped from her hand, smashing onto the marble-tiled floor. Shards of glass scattered across the white marble, cool wine splashed against her bare ankles.

Her face in the mirror looked confused and scared. Until the buzzing sounded again and this time she recognised it. The intercom system. Someone was here to see her. She stepped over the broken glass and crossed the room. Peering into the video screen that showed her who was at the front door, she saw a familiar face looking back at her.

‘You?’ she gasped.

Her mind was racing, trying to piece it all together. Nick’s murder, Clodagh’s secret, the phone call she’d just made. Now this. Was it a coincidence, or something more than that? Something more, she decided, her heart lifting as she understood. It was a sign; Nick reaching out from beyond the grave, telling her what she needed to do.

‘I’m so glad to see you,’ she said, pressing the buzzer that released the outside front door. ‘There’s something important I need to tell you.’

Twenty

After breakfast, Adam had packed his overnight bag. He was spending the night in London. A day of meetings, followed by dinner in a fancy restaurant with the TV executives behind his new programme. He’d tried to persuade Clodagh to come with him, but she’d held firm. She couldn’t think of anything worse than dinner with Jake and a whole load of media people, all telling Adam what a great talent he was.