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Chapters (70)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Praise for Caroline Mitchell
  5. Also by Caroline Mitchell
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. Prologue
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  67. Epilogue
  68. Acknowledgements
  69. About Caroline Mitchell
  70. About Embla Books

Sarah stared into space, the words a blur as she processed the news. ‘I heard each one of those shots ring out. They were like thunder. The only shot I didn’t hear was my father’s.’ Her cheeks were burning now. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene, but the memory flooded her mind. ‘My ears were ringing after he shot through the wardrobe. My vision was blurry with blood. But I remember lying there, my eyes half open as the police came for me. I should have heard something when my dad turned the gun on himself.’

‘We don’t know anything, not until the results come back.’

‘Who’s authorised the testing?’

‘Bernard. He’s fast-tracked it. He asked me to break the news.’

Sarah nodded in understanding. So that’s why Bernard had called her in to see how she was doing. It was also why he’d instructed Yvonne to go easy on her. But as well as he knew her, he hadn’t been able to break the news himself.

‘Five o’clock, Ms Part-Timer – home time!’ Yvonne’s high-pitched voice broke the moment as she stuck her head in. Some things never changed. She took in Sarah’s face and paused. ‘Everything OK?’

‘Yes,’ Sarah said. But her hands were shaking. ‘Thanks for letting me shadow you, Richie, I’ll leave you in peace now.’

‘Are you sure?’ he said. ‘Because if you need to talk …’

‘Nope, all good here. Have a productive evening.’ Forcing one foot before the other, she grabbed her coat and bag.

She needed to get away. She needed time to think. All these years she had blamed her father. What if it was his blood on the silencer? He could have been murdered first … his so-called suicide staged. That must be what Richie was thinking. She saw it written on his face. As Sarah pulled on her coat and left, theories ran wild in her mind. If her father wasn’t responsible for the murder of her family, then who was?

48

Maggie sat next to her husband’s bedside, just as she had done every week for the past year. It was a long and painful process, watching him battle with his illness and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could do this for. As always, she masked her feelings as she talked to Lewis, who stared vacantly at the wall.