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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

‘I don’t know.’

But it wasn’t true. Because no matter how hard she tried, Clodagh couldn’t shake off the feeling that all of it – the plane crash, the murders of Nick and Tara – was because of something she’d done. Something bad, that her damaged brain had hidden away so she wouldn’t have to ever face up to it. But she couldn’t go on hiding forever. It was time to find out what had happened that day at the airport, and who else knew about it.

Twenty-four

Day Five

Rachel’s eyes felt dry and gritty from too much time spent staring at a screen. Her brain had stopped processing information several hours earlier, her body was sluggish and heavy. All she wanted to do was rest her head on her arms and fall asleep. It had been the early hours of Thursday morning by the time she’d got home from London. She’d managed to grab three hours’ sleep before being woken again by the alarm. So far this morning, she’d led the team briefing at eight thirty; she’d driven to Brighton to speak with Bella and Simon Gilbert; and she’d spent the last three hours at her desk working solidly.

Tara’s murder had changed everything. Until yesterday, Rachel had been working on the assumption that Nick’s murder had most likely been caused by an argument that had spiralled out of control with devastating consequences. Now, it was starting to look as if both murders might have been pre-meditated.

Adam Murray had called her first thing, asking for guarantees that the other survivors weren’t in any danger. Rachel had assured him she and her team were doing all they could, but her reassurances sounded hollow even to her own ears. The simple truth was that four days after Clodagh Kinsella had discovered Nick’s body on the beach, Rachel was no closer to working out who had killed him, or why. And with another one of the survivors killed, she had no idea which one of them might be next.

For now, the investigation into Tara’s murder was being handled by the Major Investigations Team in Charing Cross police station. As far as Rachel was concerned, this was ridiculous. In her mind, the two murders were clearly connected and Tara’s killing should be part of Rachel’s investigation. So far, however, she hadn’t been able to make that happen.

In the meantime, Rachel had started making her own notes on Tara’s murder, adding what she knew to the existing investigation’s timeline. Because no matter what the powers that be had decided, Rachel knew her best chance of tracking down Nick’s killer was by finding the connection between both murders. She picked up her phone and called Sonny McLeod, the detective heading up the London investigation.