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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART I
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  14. PART II
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  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. MORE FROM VALERIE KEOGH
  90. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  91. The Murder List
  92. About Boldwood Books

The man held a hand up. ‘Sorry. I was going to ring the bell but the door was open.’

‘It’s the bloody taxi driver,’ Jo said in relief. The arm over her shoulder had tensed. She felt it relax at her words, the body she was propping up slumping and swaying dangerously. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘hold it together a bit longer. We’re almost there.’ She looked down to the driver. ‘Can you bring the car to the door?’

He stood looking up at them, a frown dividing his forehead. ‘She’s not going to be sick in my cab, is she?’

‘No, she isn’t. She’s recovering from a stroke, that’s all. Don’t be so discriminatory.’

He held both palms out in surrender. ‘Fine, sorry. I’ll pull up close as I can to the door.’

‘Hear that, Al, we’re almost there.’

Almost… it was a struggle to get Allison to lift her feet over the threshold of the front door, a further struggle to get her down the few steps to the waiting car. Luckily, the taxi driver had taken the criticism to heart and held the door open. By dint of turning Allison around and pushing down on her head, she got her into the car.

Only when the taxi was back on the road and on its way did Allison turn to her. ‘Thank you. I owe you.’

Jo leaned closer, dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘Two million will pay me nicely.’

‘It’s certainly worth it.’ Allison sighed and shut her eyes.

‘You sure you shouldn’t go to the police? They don’t need to know about the other thing.’

‘The other thing?’ Allison smiled briefly. ‘No, no police.’

The words were firm… and loud. Jo saw the driver’s eyes flick to the rear-view mirror. She waited till he shrugged and looked away before leaning close to Allison again. ‘You can’t let them get away with it.’

‘Don’t be stupid! Of course I’m not. I’m going to make them pay.’

‘I know you’re capable—’

Allison grabbed her hand and squeezed it. ‘You have no idea what I’m capable of, Jo, no idea at all.’

Jo pulled her hand away. She knew exactly what Allison was capable of, had had first-hand experience of it. But it wasn’t the time to tell her. Not while the woman was in such a sorry, pathetic state. When she was back in full health, when Peter’s estate had been settled and Jo had the money in her bank account, only then would she make her revelation. And make Allison pay.

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