‘I know where some of the devices were located,’ Davina says, her voice quiet; nervous. She should be timid. She should be ashamed of herself; so much of this is her fault. And that thug of a husband of hers.

‘And where is Wayne now?’ Nick asks.

‘He’ll be long gone, I expect,’ Davina says. ‘He’ll know I’ve told Amber everything by now. If we’re lucky, he may well have cleaned the house out – he wouldn’t have wanted to leave any trace of someone having been there; any clues that someone was listening or watching.’

‘Will he have had long enough to do that?’ Nick asks.

‘We’ve been gone over an hour,’ Davina says, giving a shrug.

‘Come on, then. Let’s move this out.’ Nick turns to Amber and I see the look that passes between them. They’re united, for the moment, in their shock at the unfolding events.

I wonder how long that will last.

Chapter Ninety-Four

Amber

Nothing about this scenario is possible. How can Richard be Tim? He hasn’t looked at me once during this whole unmasking. The others are avoiding my eyes, too. It’s like I’m suddenly invisible. Like I no longer matter to any of them. Even Davina averts her gaze. Did she somehow know?

And this old man is Barb’s brother-in-law, not the man who sent the bracelet, the man who took and killed Tim and the girl? Well, obviously no one took Tim – that much I have been able to glean from this mess. So, who sent the girl’s bracelet?

I’ve also never heard mention of a Patrick Miller in all the time I’ve known Nick. That’s strange in itself. He must be the family outcast. Everyone has one of those, don’t they? Only now, I’m thinking the Millers have more than one. How could Barb have hidden Tim’s whereabouts all these years? More importantly, why? Poor Nick. He’s spent his whole life grieving for a brother he assumed to be dead. How cruel Barb is. How cruel they both are.