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
‘It was in a Tupperware container in his bag, in the undergrowth. They found his …’ I take a deep breath ‘… body in the wood next to the boules club. The land belonged to a farmer but it was overgrown and neglected. He never set foot in the wood he said, he only ever went into the field on the other side to see to his sheep. The police told us the brambles and bracken were six foot high. Billy’s body … it … it crashed through the undergrowth. He was completely hidden.’
‘And the train driver didn’t see them? He didn’t –’ she pauses – ‘feel any impact?’
I shake my head. ‘It was dark and raining heavily and they were both wearing black and hiding in the bushes. It was a goods train, one of those huge great things. The driver didn’t feel a thing.’
‘Oh, gosh.’
‘Billy might have been found if the railway company had cut back all the bushes and hedgerows. They do it every six months according to DS Forbes but there was some kind of dispute with the company they use and it was delayed. Billy could have been found months ago.’
‘And no one from the boules club thought to investigate the hole in the fence?’
I shake my head. ‘There wasn’t one. When Kira climbed back through she bent it back so it looked like no one had ever been there.’
Sonia presses her fingers to her lips, momentarily stunned. ‘Gosh,’ she breathes when she finds her voice again.
‘I know.’
A silence falls between us and then Sonia says, ‘You mentioned something about messages …’
‘Yes, on Billy’s phone. Because it was sealed in Tupperware the police were able to retrieve some data. Images. Pornographic ones of Kira. And some of their Snapchat conversations. He’d saved screenshots.’
‘You saw them?’
‘No, but DS Forbes told me about them. They were pretty bad. He was blackmailing her. It started off as a harmless flirtation but it went too far and when she put an end to it he began blackmailing her. He made her act out some things he’d seen in hardcore porn videos and filmed it.’ I drain the last of my water before reaching for the jug and topping up the glass. ‘It’s been hard, trying to reconcile the boy I thought I knew with who Billy actually was. He said and did all those horrible things but then he died trying to save her life. That has to count for something, doesn’t it?’
‘I’d say that was quite noble.’
Noble. I turn the word over in my mind. Kira told the police she thought Billy had tripped when he’d tried to push her out of the way of the train. He’d tried to stop her from killing herself but he hadn’t meant to die in her place.