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
- From Amazon Charts bestseller Sam Carrington comes an utterly tense and taut thriller that will have you gripped.
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- You think you know those closest to you.You are wrong …
- ‘My name is Alice. And my son is a murderer.’
- If you play with fire …You’re going to get burned.
- AN INNOCENT GAME. A SHOCKING CRIME. A COMMUNITY FULL OF SECRETS.
- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
I log on to Totaljobs, Kent, and over five thousand results appear on the laptop screen. Only four hundred and fifty are in the Maidstone area, but this could still take some time. I make a cup of coffee and set up on the kitchen table. There are lots of support workers, customer services and IT jobs listed. A knot of anxiety grows. Can I really up sticks and take the boys to start again in a new county? It’s a worry I’d already had and discarded early on when Richard first asked me to move to Kent with him. But it’s one that’s rearing its ugly head with more frequency these past few weeks. I think it could merely be the jitters – made worse by the open house and key fiasco. I need to put my big-girl pants on.
Although that thought bolsters me and makes me carry on my search, something else now bothers me. The fine hair on my forearms become erect as ice-cold fingers of fear touch the back of my neck.
I’m suddenly sure I’m being watched.
My muscles freeze as I hear a banging noise; I listen intently. Am I going to turn around and find someone standing behind me? Sucking in my breath, I slowly turn my head. A shiver violently judders my body. There’s no one there. But I’m sure I heard the bang. Upstairs? Or was it outside? Willing my limbs to move I get up and take a knife from the block then walk to the back window. There’s nothing untoward outside that I can see. I take tentative steps towards the hallway, listening the entire time for further noises. With my free hand I click on the SmartRing app on my mobile. There’s nothing but darkness. That’s odd. Something must be obstructing the camera. A person? My mouth dries. I don’t want to open the door now to check. It’ll alert whoever might be upstairs that I’m coming – and what if it’s one of those awful con tricks burglars use, where one person distracts the owner at the door, while the other raids the house? I edge my way up the stairs, knife held out in front of me. It shakes.
A knocking sound.
Definitely upstairs.
Or is it my own heartbeat?
I punch in 9 … 9 … 9 on my mobile – but don’t hit the call icon yet. It could be nothing but my own imagination.
I hear it again.