Chapters (103)
- C.L. TAYLOR
- Copyright
- Praise for The Missing
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Thursday 5th February 2015
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Monday 11th August 2014
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Friday 22nd August 2014
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Tuesday 26th August 2014
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Thursday 25th September 2014
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Tuesday 7th October 2014
- Chapter 19
- Wednesday 8th October 2014
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Friday 10th October 2014
- Chapter 23
- Friday 24th October 2014
- Chapter 24
- Monday 3rd November 2014
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Tuesday 4th November 2014
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Saturday 8th November 2014
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Tuesday 25th November 2014
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Thursday 27th November 2014
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Friday 19th December 2014
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Friday 2nd January 2015
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Saturday 3rd January 2015
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Friday 16th January 2015
- Chapter 55
- Tuesday 27th January 2015
- Chapter 56
- Tuesday 27th January 2015
- Chapter 57
- Wednesday 28th January 2015
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- A conversation with C.L. Taylor
- Book club questions for The Missing by C.L. Taylor
- Acknowledgements
- If you were gripped by The Missing, why not try …
- Author Note
- About the Author
- Also by C.L. Taylor
- About the Publisher
‘No.’ He shakes his head. ‘I’m staying. We’re a family. No more secrets, Claire. No more.’
Chapter 51
The light bulb above our head flickers and buzzes as Mark, Jake and I continue to talk. It is dark outside, a sliver of black beneath the garage door where just an hour ago there was daylight.
‘Where’s the knife now?’ Mark asks.
‘In a tote bag, underneath the passenger seat in my car.’
‘What are you going to do with it?’ Jake asks.
None of us has moved in over an hour and a half. Mark and I are still sitting side by side on the weights bench. Jake is sitting on the floor. The laptop separates us. ‘If you want to take it to the police I’ll understand. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.’
Jake looks deflated, as though every last drop of anger has been wrung out of him. Mark looks old. Tired and old. He hasn’t raised his voice once since Jake started crying. It is as though his son’s tears have disarmed him.
And me? I feel calmer than I have in a long time. Calm and empty. I’ve got answers but they aren’t the ones I was hoping for. I thought they’d lead me to Billy but he’s still as far away as he’s ever been.
‘What do you want to do?’ Mark asks and I shake my head.
‘I don’t know. If this Graham person presses charges against Jake then we need to keep the knife, the laptop and the messages on Jake’s phone. He’ll need them to form his defence.’
‘But the knife’s probably got my blood on it too,’ Jake says. ‘My hands were pretty fucked up when I got home.’
‘But I would have noticed if you’d hurt them …’ I say and then stop. When I got home he was wearing a jumper that covered his hands and then he’d tucked them under his armpits when I went into his room. And then he’d punched the wall. Did he deliberately do that so I wouldn’t question his torn knuckles or was he genuinely upset about Billy?
‘I’m sorry, Mum,’ he says again. ‘I’m so, so sorry.’
Mark runs a hand over his jaw. His stubble makes a scritch-scritch-scritch sound against his palm. ‘It’s still a weapon. It could look like intent to kill.
‘The chances are he won’t press charges,’ Mark continues. ‘It’s been, what, a few days since it happened? He knows Jake has copies of the emails and messages. It would be a hell of a risk on his part.’