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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 were doing Brian a favour more like.’ Her words were edged with bitterness. And something else. Jealousy? Mistrust? Louisa didn’t want to make it into an argument with Tiff, though. She’d save the reprimanding words, the hurt and annoyance, for Brian when he got home. ‘I’m pleased Noah hasn’t lost weight.’ That was as good as a thank you as far as Louisa was concerned, and was as far as she could stretch. Tiff shifted her position on the sofa arm – Louisa thought she was going to leave, but she slid down onto the sofa cushion instead.

‘How did it go, then?’ Tiff asked brightly, clearly keen to move the conversation on.

‘I had some time for a bath, then—’

‘No, no. I mean how did IT go? The appeal with Oliver.’

‘Oh, um … difficult to say. I guess it went as expected.’ Louisa shrugged.

‘I hope something comes from it.’

‘Me too. I want this to be over.’ Louisa, her flare of anger passing for now, got up from the floor and plonked herself down in the feeding chair. It seemed so selfish of her to say that, and of course she wanted Melissa to be found safe and well, but she also wanted it over so that she could get Oliver back out of her life again.

‘I’m sure Oliver wants that too. Poor bloke. You know, I’d only been back from walking around the Common with Noah for five minutes when the police came to my house.’ Tiff raised her eyebrows, pausing for effect. ‘I gave them “The List”.’

Louisa’s blood chilled. ‘Oh, God. Do you think it’ll be helpful?’

‘Honestly, I don’t know.’ Tiff shook her head, her sleek hair swinging from side to side. ‘I deleted all the messages after I sent them, so I went back through your Facebook assuming it would be easy to see who I’d invited, but I couldn’t even be sure if I’d invited all the people who were on it. I should’ve done it as an event in hindsight; that would have made things so much simpler now, but at the time it felt too risky. There was a possibility that you might have logged onto Facebook and seen it, ruining the surprise.’

‘I’ve literally no idea what you’re talking about,’ Louisa said, putting her fingers to her temples.