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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Two Weeks Earlier
  56. A Letter From Jackie
  57. Acknowledgements
  58. About the Author
  59. Also by Jackie Walsh

No answer.

Tom remains passive, nodding politely as he walks them out. I know now why he had to make a quick exit the day of the party. He needed to go to the dead woman’s house. But what reason did he have to call there the day of his sons’ birthdays. Something happened to take him there. Did he see something? Does he know something? And what about that woman, stalking our house. If it’s the same person who came into our garden the night of the murder, and she did kill Claire McCarthy? Then there was a killer at my house today.

I’m finding it hard to breathe, to accept the possibility that we are in danger. That my family is in danger.

Chapter Thirty

I was up twice last night, my head lurking by the window searching for any sign of the woman returning to the garden. It’s hard to sleep when the world is having a go at you.

The idea that Cian and Aaron could be in danger robs me of my ability to breathe properly. I gasp each time I think about it. They will never be left in that room on their own again. I don’t care what’s going on, someone will be in there with them. Until this woman is found, I won’t be taking any chances.

Last night my mind was filled with images of the playroom being empty when I walked in. The window open. The boys gone. And then images of Cian and Aaron lying motionless on the floor. Imagination is midnight’s curse.

Amber refused to go to bed until we did, so my questioning of Tom was brief. He told me he called to Claire McCarthy’s house that day hoping to find out the reason I had been shown a photograph of him with Kenny. He thought she might have been behind it. They argued, she denied it. Tom told her he wanted nothing more to do with them, they were ruining his life. They argued more. She said she never wanted Tom in their life in the first place. It wasn’t her idea for Kenny to find out who his father was.

When he left the house everyone was still alive. Tom finished off by telling me that was why the cops interviewed him at the station. He told them the same thing he was telling me. He said this like I was privileged he was sharing this information with me, which really pissed me off.