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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
  9. 1
  10. 2
  11. 3
  12. 4
  13. 5
  14. 6
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  67. Epilogue
  68. Acknowledgements
  69. About Caroline Mitchell
  70. About Embla Books

Sarah could see where townsfolk were coming from. If Simon Irving’s daughter could be murdered in a safe part of town, what hope was there for them? They didn’t yet know about Blackhall Manor, or the game Angelica had played. Her thoughts returned to the letter. If Angelica had played the game with four other teenagers, who were they? Her social media gave nothing away, and her online search history was being checked. But despite efforts to find her mobile phone, police had been unable to triangulate a signal and it was either powered down or destroyed.

As the helicopter disappeared from view, Sarah locked the car and headed towards the station, her expression fixed as her mind worked over the details of the case. How had Elliott known exactly where Angelica was buried? Someone must know something, and Elliott was picking up on it … Only the night before Angelica went missing, Jahmelia and Libby had babysat Elliott. She imagined the girls patiently listening as he talked about tortoises to them. Had he overheard them discussing the Midnight Game when he was meant to be asleep? Angelica was in their year in school. But Sarah had spoken to Libby and Jahmelia at length, along with the rest of Angelica’s friends. Not one had admitted to seeing Angelica the night she disappeared. That poor girl, who was on the cusp of adult life, to be left in the woods in such a state … Sarah pressed her fob against the security panel and the heavy door clicked open.

Maggie had treated her as if she was some kind of messiah, sent from above to help her child. ‘You understand him,’ she’d said on Saturday evening, breathy with relief. Sarah loved her old friend dearly, but when you thought about it logically, Elliott was just desperate for someone to confide in. It must have been tough for the little boy, seeing a man as strong as his father become incapacitated overnight; it wasn’t surprising that it had triggered something. And Sarah was a police officer, a symbol of all that was good to a child like Elliott. No wonder he’d been ready to offload. But how did he know Angelica was buried in the woods? Sarah couldn’t fathom it as she strode down the gloomy corridor with her tangle of thoughts.