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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

He was the only eager one, though Hannah pushed on, determined in her quest.

Inside the barn, it was cool, shadowy, and quiet, her footsteps against the dirt floor disturbing that silence. She headed over to where the hole had been, surprised to find her memory had it slightly wrong. In her mind, she remembered it being more central, but truth was, the area she was looking for was further back, deeper into the shadows.

The hole was still there and that surprised her. For some reason, she had thought it would have been covered up. Of course it was empty. The box gone. It would have no doubt been used in the trial; the police having combed it for evidence. Still, she stared down, remembering.

48

2002

She had been the first, that awful night when they had camped at the farm.

Mrs W had said she would pay for dropping the jar, and boy did she pay.

She recalled how she had been on edge all night, sticking close to the others, waiting for something to happen, but they had eaten hot dogs and burgers, played games, and told ghost stories as they sat around the campfire that Mrs W had built.

If Hannah could have wiped those memories of her previous visit and what had happened in the cellar, it would have been perfect.

Of course she couldn’t though and she had finally crawled into her sleeping bag wondering if it was her, if she was perhaps overreacting. Maybe Mrs W had been justified in her actions and Hannah really had deserved the punishment. Her own mother would never do anything like it, but perhaps Mrs W was just stricter.

She had fallen asleep under a sky of stars, so it confused her when she awoke to darkness.

This wasn’t her bedroom and when she remembered she was on the camp night, she realised it wasn’t the field where she was supposed to be sleeping beside her friends either.

So where was she?

As she sat up, a bright light flashed in her face and she put her hand up to shield her eyes.

‘Who’s there?’ Her voice was shaky, but she was frightened, and with good reason.

There was no response, but she heard the shuffle of footsteps and then the hush of whispering, telling her there was more than one person with her.

Were her friends playing some kind of prank?

‘Tash? Lauren? Is that you?’

Still no reply, but this time she heard the low rumble of laughter, fear clawing at her as she recognised it.

Bill.

Her heart was thumping wildly. ‘Where am I? I want to go back to my friends.’

The light dropped suddenly and Hannah blinked, trying to focus as two pairs of legs came into her vision.

Bill. And with him was Mrs W.