Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- PART TWO
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- PART THREE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- PART FOUR
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- Mailing list
- A Letter from Kathryn
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Kathryn Croft
Abby’s account might be believable enough, but she’s unaware that Sienna knows she slept with Greg, heard it from her own mouth, saw that there was an empty draft email from him to her on his computer, dated the day after the dinner party, even though it had yet to be filled out. Abby could argue that he was emailing her to make sure she didn’t say anything. It’s a minefield and Sienna doesn’t know what to believe.
She needs to fact check Abby’s story, just to make sure. She’s on her laptop, still in bed. Greg and Holly were married in 2007, so Greg seeing one of his patients would have to have been before that. The whole time she’s typing into Google, she tells herself it’s just so she can know with certainty. And then she will deal with Abby and her lies.
If this woman was a patient of Greg’s, then it’s likely she at least lived in London. That barely narrows it down, but it’s something to go on. She types in murders of women in 2007, then works backwards for a few years. Any longer than that and Greg would have still been a medical student. Just reading the accounts of all the women, whose faces smile at her as though they’re still alive, makes her shudder. It feels as though she is violating these women’s privacy, their right to be left at peace.
There aren’t as many as she assumed there’d be, at least not ones that she can find information on. It’s futile, this search. She’s not a police officer or a medical professional who might be able to access this information, and she can’t find anyone who seems to fit into the right age group.
Because it’s not true.
Sienna needs to talk to Holly, but she doesn’t want to mention all of this to her. She can’t. At the very least she might be able to determine if Holly knows anything about Greg’s past. She needs to be careful how she does this; she’s grown fond of Holly and doesn’t want anything damaging their relationship, especially for Jackson’s sake.
Even though it’s early, she sends Holly a text.
Would you and Jackson like to come for dinner tonight? I’ll try and do better than sandwiches this time.
She ends her message with a smiley face, even though smiling is the last thing she feels able to do.
While she’s waiting for Holly to reply, she scrolls through her photos. It surprises her that they’re mostly of Greg – she hadn’t realised she took so many photos of him. She can barely recall taking them. It was always an instinctual act, something done without forethought. Out of needing to capture him at different moments.