Chapters (80)
- Cover
- Praise for Debbie Howells
- Readers gave The Vow five stars …
- Dedication
- Niamh
- Chapter One
- Niamh
- Chapter Two
- Niamh
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Niamh
- Chapter Five
- Niamh
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Niamh
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Niamh
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Niamh
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Niamh
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Niamh
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Niamh
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Niamh
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Niamh
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Niamh
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Niamh
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Niamh
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Niamh
- Chapter Fifty
- Niamh
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Niamh
- Keep Reading …
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Debbie Howells
- About the Publisher
‘I don’t understand, Niamh. Why wouldn’t you leave here with me?’
Shaking my head, I say nothing. I can’t tell her that as long as he’s alive, we’ll never be free of him. It doesn’t matter where we live. He’ll find us. Nowhere is safe.
There is only one way for everything to be OK and that’s to do what my father wants.
And he knows that.
Chapter Forty-Two
Jo
Something’s niggling at me the next morning, just before we’re scheduled to continue questioning Andrew Buckley.
‘Sir, do we know how long Andrew Buckley’s affair with Stephanie Hampton went on?’
He frowns. ‘I don’t know. Why d’you ask?’
‘It may be nothing. But I want to check something out. I need to talk to James Hampton again.’
*
In the interview room, James Hampton wears the resigned expression of a condemned man.
‘I need to ask you about your wife’s affair with Andrew Buckley, Mr Hampton.’ I watch as his face clouds over. ‘Do you know when it started?’
‘Not for sure, but something changed last summer. She was suddenly out much more. I knew she was busy at work so I put it down to that. She also seemed brighter than she had in a long time. I put that down to her work, too. She loved what she did. Now, I realise she was with him.’
‘Can you narrow it down to a month?’ I watch him closely, knowing that if he says what I think he’s going to say, there are huge implications for Andrew Buckley.
He tries to work it out. ‘My birthday’s the first week in August. Everything was fine, then. The Buckleys even came to my party. I remember catching Stephanie talking to him.’ He says it venomously. ‘It seemed harmless enough at the time and I didn’t think anything more of it. But after that she was different somehow.’
‘Do you have anything more to back up your assumption that the affair started then?’
He nods. Then he frowns. ‘A week later, I was at the pub having a drink with a couple of people. Buckley was one of them. Just before he left, he bought me a pint …’ His laugh is hollow. ‘Then, when I got home, I saw his car was pulling out of our drive. When I went in, Stephanie said he’d called in to drop off some blood test results. I had no reason not to believe her and I had other things on my mind by then …’ His voice trails off as he stares blankly at the table.
*
After leaving Hampton, I make the phone call that will tell me everything I need to know.
*