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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Valerie Keogh
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
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  42. Acknowledgements
  43. A note from the publisher
  44. Love crime, thriller and mystery books?
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‘I misread the signals, I thought he was attracted to me. He was young, gorgeous and I was flattered. I wanted to kiss him. That was all.’ And what did it matter that it was a total stranger – would Jack have found it easier to take had she tried to seduce someone he knew? She felt a quiver run through her as she thought back to those brief minutes over two mornings that would change her life. Forever. The man had been murdered.

Jack continued to look at her in silence, as if she were some strange bug he’d never seen before.

‘It didn’t mean anything.’ She wanted to shriek that nothing had happened, she hadn’t dragged the man into the long grass of the field beside the towpath to fornicate like wild animals. Because he didn’t want you, a little voice sneered. How much worse to be vilified for her pathetic failed seduction.

‘It must have meant something to him,’ Jack said, unconvinced, ‘after all, he turned up on our doorstep. You must have given him our address. Maybe you were hoping to continue your little dalliance in London?’

‘No,’ she cried. ‘I didn’t give him our address. I’ve no idea how he found out where I lived. I promise you. There wasn’t a dalliance.’ She rubbed both hands roughly over her face before admitting, ‘He didn’t want me, Jack. He was appalled when I tried to kiss him.’

Jack stood and walked to the window. Keeping his back to her, he twisted his wrist to look at his watch and grunted in disbelief. ‘I need to leave for work. I can’t be late, there’s too much going on. Tell me quickly, why are the police interested in your sordid behaviour?’

Molly had hoped he’d stay with her, but she saw his rigid expression and knew that wasn’t going to happen. He was consumed by whatever problems were going on in his life, her sordid behaviour didn’t count.

She didn’t answer until he turned around. When he did, she stood. ‘The man has been murdered, Jack. I think they suspect I might be involved.’

15

Jack dismissed outright Molly’s notion that she was a suspect in the murder. ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ His eyes raked her from head to toe. ‘You might be an unfaithful cow, but you’re a placid one, guilty of playing around with him, yes, but not murdering him.’ With a final look of disgust, Jack stormed off, slamming the front door so hard the empty coffee mugs on the desks rattled.