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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Robert Thorogood
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Robert Thorogood
  5. Note to Readers
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. Extract
  48. Prologue
  49. About the Publisher

‘I know, and very clever it was. When Liz was last seen alive at nine o’clock, you were a hundred miles away. And you were still a hundred miles away when her body was found an hour later.’

‘Then how do you think I did it?’

‘I’ve already said. You didn’t.’

‘What?’

‘You didn’t kill your wife. You killed Stefan Dunwoody.’

‘What?’

‘That’s right. It was you who killed Stefan. And who then tied the bronze medallion with “Faith” written on it into his jacket buttonhole. I perhaps should have guessed that a rower killed Stefan sooner. After all, only a rower would attach a medallion like that to someone, like you do with your passes to enter the various enclosures at regattas.’

‘This is crazy.’

‘Oh no, this is the opposite of crazy. It was very rational. Shockingly so in fact.’

‘You think I killed that Stefan guy? I didn’t even know him. It was only Liz who knew him.’

‘Which is what makes your crime all the worse. You killed him in cold blood. And the thing is, I wondered at the time why Stefan was shot at the end of his garden. I couldn’t work out how he’d got there. You see, Elliot Howard was my number one suspect for Stefan’s death. Stefan didn’t like Elliot at all. In fact, he suspected Elliot of having broken into his house. So if Elliot came to his house, how did they end up at the bottom of the garden? Exactly how had that conversation gone? “Hello, Stefan,” Elliot would have said. “I know you hate me, but could we go for a stroll in your garden?” It made no sense.

‘But what if the killer came from the river? Well, that was a different matter. Because you’re right. Stefan didn’t know you from Adam. So when you appeared at the bottom of his garden, he would have been surprised, but not fearful.’

‘What do you mean, when I appeared at the bottom of his garden?’