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  1. THE MISSING WIFE
  2. PRAISE FOR SAM CARRINGTON
  3. Dedication
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  57. THE EPILOGUE
  58. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  59. Prologue
  60. Chapter One
  61. Chapter Two
  62. About the Author
  63. By the same author
  64. About the Publisher

Before Louisa could question it further, she saw Tiff make a sudden movement towards the wooden table on the patio. The distance from the drone to where she was standing was quite far, so it was difficult to make out what she was doing, but it appeared she’d placed something on the table and then turned towards the alley at the side of the house. The one Louisa always used to get to the back and into Tiff’s house.

The picture wobbled slightly, the drone dipping. But it remained in focus and Louisa could still make out Tiff, standing in front of the open patio door, her back to the drone as if she were about to walk back inside. Had she forgotten the drone was still in the air? Louisa tutted. This could be Friday then, after the church event had taken place, and Louisa was about to witness the crash.

What was Tiff thinking walking off and leaving it hovering?

Then Louisa saw a shadow emerging from the side of the house, where Tiff’s attention had turned moments before. She’d obviously heard someone coming. Tiff probably thought it was her again and that’s why she was heading indoors, to hide from her. Louisa squinted – was it her? She had been to Tiff’s on Friday, had been banging on the door, ringing the doorbell. Was she about to see herself? But she couldn’t recall hearing the drone, but could well have mistaken it for a neighbour’s lawnmower.

Louisa watched and waited for herself to appear on the screen.

But she didn’t.

Someone else did.

A woman, of similar build to herself, walked towards the back door and put an arm out. Louisa couldn’t make out what exactly she was doing, but she could tell that Tiff was blocking the door preventing whoever it was from entering. And then in an abrupt movement, the woman propelled herself through the door. It was too dark inside the house for Louisa to see what was going on, but then a flash of light shone off the patio door as it was suddenly whipped closed. The footage took a violent dip, then seemed to judder for a few seconds before dropping altitude. Fast. This was obviously going to be when it crashed.