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
‘But I don’t remember any of these people.’ Her mother raised her hands in the air. ‘Besides, it’s not as if I can go into the village, not with Grace.’
Grace pulled back behind the doorway. Her mummy didn’t like it when she spied.
‘Look.’ Her father’s voice was softer now. ‘I’ll be back before you know it. You knew when I took the job that I’d be spending time away from home.’
‘I know that, but . . .’ her mother began to say.
‘What do you want me to tell them?’ Grace’s father interrupted. ‘That I can’t go to work because my wife wants me home? Take your anti-depressants. They’ll make you feel better. I’ll only be gone a couple of days.’
Grace returned to the schoolwork her mummy had tasked her with. Soon Daddy would leave, and Mummy would turn her attentions to her. The thought made her stomach heave.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Naomi picked up the snow globe and gave it a shake before placing it back on the window sill. But as much as she loved the ornament, it didn’t make the house feel any cosier. There was something about the kitchen that didn’t sit right. Perhaps it was the smell of fresh paint, or the tough time Naomi was having accepting that a vital part of the crime scene had been thrown into a skip. Even the will to bake had deserted her. Joanne had yet to email her order, but she should have something prepared. Baking had been a nice distraction over the course of the last year. She had plans for her small start-up business and hoped to supply some of the coffee shops in the larger surrounding towns. She opened and closed the cupboard, her shoulders jerking upwards at the sudden ring of her phone.
It was Ed. She took a second to catch her breath before answering.
‘Hey, you,’ Ed said, his breath ruffling the line.
‘How is everything?’ Naomi asked. ‘I hear the weather is pretty rough.’
‘Aye, it’s pure Baltic.’ The sound of his voice warmed her. Even when ensconced in the wilds of Scotland, he still found time to call.
‘Still no luck finding Harmony?’
‘I’ve been to her local police station, trying to get them to take her disappearance seriously. Now I’m driving around all her old haunts.’
‘Well, be careful. You know what she’s like.’
‘I’ve got a surprise for you.’ As he changed the subject, a smile carried on his words.
‘What is it?’ she said.