Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Praise for Tess Stimson
- Dedication
- part one
- chapter 01
- chapter 02
- chapter 03
- chapter 04
- chapter 05
- chapter 06
- chapter 07
- chapter 08
- chapter 09
- chapter 10
- chapter 11
- chapter 12
- chapter 13
- chapter 14
- chapter 15
- chapter 16
- chapter 17
- chapter 18
- chapter 19
- chapter 20
- chapter 21
- chapter 22
- chapter 23
- chapter 24
- chapter 25
- chapter 26
- chapter 27
- chapter 28
- chapter 29
- chapter 30
- chapter 31
- chapter 32
- chapter 33
- chapter 34
- chapter 35
- chapter 36
- part two
- chapter 37
- chapter 38
- chapter 39
- chapter 40
- chapter 41
- chapter 42
- chapter 43
- chapter 44
- chapter 45
- chapter 46
- chapter 47
- chapter 48
- chapter 49
- part three
- chapter 50
- chapter 51
- chapter 52
- chapter 53
- chapter 54
- chapter 55
- chapter 56
- chapter 57
- chapter 58
- chapter 59
- chapter 60
- chapter 61
- chapter 62
- chapter 63
- chapter 64
- chapter 65
- chapter 66
- chapter 67
- chapter 68
- part four
- chapter 69
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
The thing is, they think maybe our Pledge campaign is the reason I ended up in hospital. Like, maybe Felix Porter was trying to shut me up, but that can’t be right because I saw who was in the car that hit me and it wasn’t him.
Isn’t it weird how no one’s seen him? I mean, it’s been more than three weeks now, and I know you guys have been out there looking! Apparently the police think something might have happened to him. Like, they found blood at his house. It’s kind of creepy, right? Mind you, wasn’t there some guy who faked his own death a few years ago so he could claim the life insurance? He pretended he had an accident in his canoe or kayak or whatever, it was just found floating empty, and then he sneaked back home and lived in his wife’s attic. Like for years. Everyone thought he was dead, even his own sons. Except his wife, of course. She was in on it from the beginning.
They bought a second home in Peru or Panama or somewhere, and then they went on holiday when he was supposed to be dead and someone put a photo of them on Facebook and that’s how they got caught.
All I’m saying is, you never know. I mean, first Felix steals all that money and then he just vanishes? There’s got to be more to it.
That’s all I’m saying!
chapter 50
millie
‘You’re a good person,’ Tom says, as we climb into bed.
‘I think we both know that’s not true,’ I say. I flip back my side of the duvet and slide between the crisp sheets, newly laundered this morning. ‘What else was I supposed to do?’ I add crossly. ‘If someone is trying to kill Harper, the stupid girl was practically inviting them to have another go. She more or less told two million people where she lives. If I’d let her go home with Kyle, she’d have ended up back in my hospital, only this time in the morgue.’
Tom shifts the pillows behind him. ‘D’you really think the Porters had anything to do with Harper’s accident?’
‘I’m not sure anyone had anything to do with Harper’s accident.’
‘You don’t think the crash was deliberate?’
‘I’m keeping an open mind,’ I say.
‘Harper seems pretty sure. She said in her vlog the police thought it was—’
‘She made that up, Tom. She makes a lot of things up. The police aren’t investigating the crash as anything other than an accident. Trust me,’ I add sourly, ‘they’re far more interested in what’s happened to Felix Porter.’
‘Well, I think we both know Felix wasn’t behind the wheel,’ Tom says.
I let the comment lie where it falls.