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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

‘It’s better to ask, though, Lou. Imagine if you get to the funeral and you find you’re the only one of Tiff’s friends who hasn’t contributed anything to the service or something?’

That was a good point. She would be gutted.

God, what if Sarah does something? Tiff would turn in her grave!

‘You’re right,’ she said firmly, handing Brian his tea. ‘I’ll ring her mum this evening.’

‘Do it now. You’ll have talked yourself out of it by then otherwise.’

Yes, again he was right. That was the most likely outcome if she waited. She went to move past Brian, but stopped short.

‘Shit. I still haven’t found my phone. I can’t ring her. Her number is saved to the SIM; I don’t have it written down anywhere.’

Brian put his hand up, his mouth to the lip of the mug. ‘It’s on the coffee table,’ he said, swallowing quickly. ‘I assumed you’d found it.’

Louisa frowned. ‘No. I’ve been looking all day.’ She eyed Brian cautiously. The mobile had not been there earlier. Had he been the one who’d had it? Had he been searching through her texts? The thought seemed ludicrous. Brian had never done that before. She let the thought slide; replacing it with the other, more likely scenario that she’d forgotten what she’d done with it. Louisa walked back into the lounge and, after grabbing her mobile called Shirley, Tiff’s mum.

42

THE HOUSE

Tuesday a.m. – Day 18 post-party

Oliver’s car was parked along by the trees at the end of the road. The opposite end from Arthur’s house this time. Louisa stepped back inside the hallway, yanking Noah’s pram backwards up the step. She hoped he hadn’t seen her before she’d beaten her hasty retreat.

What was he doing hanging around again?

Arthur had reported him loitering before. He was taking a risk by being anywhere in their road. Louisa ran to the lounge window and pulled back the edge of one curtain. She couldn’t make Oliver out; the car was a little too far away for her to be sure if he was behind the wheel. He could’ve parked up and was out walking somewhere. She needed to go to Tiff’s. She’d arranged it with Shirley last night – she was to make a start packing up some of Tiff’s things because her poor mum couldn’t bring herself to do the task.