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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
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  68. EPILOGUE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  70. MORE FROM KERI BEEVIS
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. About Boldwood Books

Frustratingly, the man was squeaky clean from what he’d discovered so far and Josh tapped his pen in frustration against the jotter pad where he had been making notes.

Born in Devon to James and Jennifer Quinn thirty-five years ago, with one younger sister, Ashley. He had gone to university in Nottingham, held down a number of jobs, mostly in television production, before getting his first book published when he was twenty-eight. He had never married and had lived all over the country, never seeming to stick in one place for too long.

What was he hiding?

It was a random search on Sunday morning that led Josh down a rabbit hole and eventually to Liam Quinn’s secret.

What he found out was unexpected, shocking even, and had him questioning Quinn’s motives all over again. This had nothing to do with wanting Hannah’s story, of that he was certain, and he didn’t believe for one second that she knew the truth. Quinn’s motives were personal and Josh needed to fill her in as soon as possible.

He knew it was the weekend of Jane and Geoff’s party, so Hannah would be away. He had offered to go with her, but she had turned him down. While he knew she had been uncomfortable with going back to Hixton, at least she was safe there and away from Quinn.

Still, he picked up his phone and dialled her number, wanting to put her in the picture.

Frustratingly, it cut to voicemail, but he left a message, urging her to call him as soon as possible.

‘Han, it’s me, Josh. I need you to call me urgently. It’s about Liam Quinn. Don’t shoot me, but I did some digging. You need to stay away from him. He’s not who he says he is.’

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Tash was outside cleaning her car when Rosie’s sporty little KA pulled into the close, and her brows raised as her old friend pulled to a halt, climbing out of the driver’s seat.

‘Hello, this is an unexpected visit.’

‘I had to come. Hannah’s away and I didn’t know where else to go.’

Rosie’s face crumpled, tears filling her big blue eyes, and Tash tensed in alarm. Had something else happened? She dropped her sponge in the bucket, wiping her hands dry on her jeans and went to Rosie.

‘Why are you crying? What’s wrong?’

‘Everything.’

‘Everything?’

‘I’m in such a bad place, Tash. All of this stuff with Mrs W. I’m trying to be brave, but it’s so hard.’ Rosie’s tears fell harder, smearing mascara down her cheeks.

‘Look, why don’t you come inside. I’ll make some tea and… have you eaten? I can cook you some eggs on toast?’

‘Is Sam home?’

‘She’s at work. Come on, come inside and let’s get some food into you.’