Chapters (62)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- START READING
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A carton of eggs sat next to a bowl of sifted flour and caster sugar in the country home of the Harper family. The oven was warming, ready for a batch of cookies. The kitchen tap was running, a floury handprint on the nozzle. On the television, endless streams of cartoons played. Bonnie, the family dog, scratched at the back door to get in.
But there was no trace of Martin or Susan Harper, or their wheelchair-bound eight-year-old daughter Grace. A friend raised the alarm when Susan failed to answer the door. Mail sat in their letterbox outside. Their friends and family had not heard from them in days. To the outside world, it was as if the family had disappeared into thin air.
The quaint New Forest village of Nighbrook was in the grip of winter when the Harper family disappeared in January 2011. Martin Harper, a sales director for an international firm, had returned from a work trip abroad. His wife Susan was heading a fundraising campaign to help Grace, who was terminally ill. The couple were financially secure, with over fifty thousand pounds in the bank. The family were fondly thought of in their local village, and Grace’s sunny disposition was admired by all. Police found her empty wheelchair parked in the corner of the kitchen the day they disappeared. Martin Harper’s suitcase was half-unpacked on the bed of their family home. It was the mystery that puzzled the nation. There was no sign of forced entry or any evidence of a struggle. No unusual tyre tracks in the yard leading up to their home. No motivation of any kind for anyone to want to hurt the family who had lived at the address. Police interrogated phone records; the family computer was searched, but it showed nothing untoward. Speculation in the press revealed wild theories ranging from alien abduction to satanic cults to joint suicides. But anyone who knew them quickly dismissed these. ‘Martin had recently been promoted and was excited about the future,’ a family friend said. ‘Susan lived in hope of finding a cure for her daughter. She wanted more than anything for her to live a normal life. They would never have committed suicide, they were committed Catholics.’
Ten years on, where is the Harper family? Despite in-depth investigations by local law enforcement officers, there are no answers to be found.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE