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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

‘You’ve got that belt on your mac,’ Melissa said brightly. ‘We could at least tie the towel around the wound, stop some of the blood from leaking everywhere as we drag him.’

Louisa’s lips parted, an objection ready to trip off her tongue, but before it materialised she realised they had nothing better to work with. ‘Well, let’s try it, then.’

Louisa whipped her belt from the loops as Melissa picked the towel up. Now they’d have to touch him. Louisa’s stomach flipped over. Holding her breath, and not looking at his ashen face, she took hold of Oliver’s upper body, pulling it up until there was enough room to slip the towel beneath him. Melissa tugged it, bringing it up around his torso, and together they manoeuvred him so they could secure the towel with the belt.

Louisa stood and yanked her coat off – the effort it’d taken just to get that far had made her sweat.

‘It might stop the blood, but without him being completely concealed it’s obvious it’s a body. I wish we could’ve rolled him up in a rug or something. It’d be slightly less conspicuous if anyone did spot us!’

‘You could tie that around his head,’ Melissa said, pointing to Louisa’s mac.

‘No, Melissa. If he’s ever found that’ll link him straight to me!’

‘Louisa. If he’s found, there will be far more than your mac linking you to his death.’

‘Fair point. It would stop us having to look at him at least. And I can take it off and burn it when we get to wherever we’re going. Where are we going to take him?’

‘I don’t know the area. This bit is up to you.’

‘Oh. Fantastic. The time it’s taking us, it’ll be light before we’ve even figured out where to ditch him. I may as well take him to Tiff’s funeral.’ Louisa let out a sharp laugh. Hysteria was setting in.

‘That’s brilliant!’ Melissa stood up and began pacing. ‘That’s a good idea. It could work.’

‘What? In what world is that—’ And then she caught up with Melissa’s thinking.

‘Shit. Yes, that could work. It’s risky, but genius.’

For the first time since Melissa’s rash action, Louisa felt a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps they really could get away with murder.

52

THE LAST TIME

Thursday – early a.m.

‘We’ll need tools. And different clothes to change into afterwards.’

‘You sound like you’ve done this before, Melissa.’

‘Of course I haven’t. But I’ve seen enough crime documentaries to know we have to take precautions. Can we go to yours and get a shovel?’