Chapters (118)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR SAM CARRINGTON
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Chapter Seventy-Five
- Chapter Seventy-Six
- Chapter Seventy-Seven
- Chapter Seventy-Eight
- Chapter Seventy-Nine
- Chapter Eighty
- Chapter Eighty-One
- Chapter Eighty-Two
- Chapter Eighty-Three
- Chapter Eighty-Four
- Chapter Eighty-Five
- Chapter Eighty-Six
- Chapter Eighty-Seven
- Chapter Eighty-Eight
- Chapter Eighty-Nine
- Chapter Ninety
- Chapter Ninety-One
- Chapter Ninety-Two
- Chapter Ninety-Three
- Chapter Ninety-Four
- Chapter Ninety-Five
- Chapter Ninety-Six
- Chapter Ninety-Seven
- Chapter Ninety-Eight
- Chapter Ninety-Nine
- Chapter One Hundred
- Chapter One Hundred and One
- Chapter One Hundred and Two
- Chapter One Hundred and Three
- Chapter One Hundred and Four
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Barb? The most obvious person behind the sabotaging of the house sale. But I can’t figure out why she’d be our night-time visitor – it doesn’t fit with her desperately wanting us to stay. Finley mentioned he thought she might be watching over them, but it’s not as though I’m preventing her from seeing them any other time. Why would she want to sneak around in the dead of night? The strange things going missing, though – might she be behind that? Finley could be right about her taking the picture from my bedroom. I had caught her in there staring at it the other day.
Tim? Until Finley mentioned Nick’s brother, I wouldn’t have given him a thought. But what if he has come back and is the missing thirteenth viewer? Maybe he was in serious trouble and that’s why he’d stayed away for all these years – because he had to. But something has brought him back home. And he needs to remain hidden, his presence here a secret. Has he somehow found out about Nick’s cold case and the links he’s making? Or is he trying to frighten me into selling more quickly – to the developers – because he wants this house empty so he can come and go more freely?
Or, worse still, is it a total stranger – the person who sent the bracelet for Nick?
The murderer.
Resentment swells inside me. Nick is happy to let his family stay in this house, yet there’s a possibility an abductor, killer even, is gaining access. We are at risk, and he’s doing nothing.
Or is he?
I sit up. Nick appeared very calm about the sender of the parcel knowing our address. Too calm. Like he knows more than he’s letting on. Even if I’m not important to him anymore, his boys mean everything. He wouldn’t knowingly put them at risk. Which means he’s confident they’re not. Anger accelerates my heartbeat.