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Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Statement
  5. 1
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  47. 43
  48. Eight Months Later
  49. Acknowledgements
  50. Keep Reading …
  51. Look out for Amanda’s two short stories:
  52. About the Author
  53. Also by Amanda Brooke
  54. About the Publisher

‘Yes. She said straightaway that she’d be there. So will you come?’

‘I’ll do my best,’ Tara said with more conviction this time.

40

When April pulled up outside Faith’s house she could see light shining from the windows. A regiment of spotlights lined the driveway and disappeared behind the tall shrubbery to lead callers to the front door where Faith had collapsed a week ago. She couldn’t believe Faith had wanted to come back here. April certainly didn’t.

She had taken some persuading to accept Faith’s invitation, so when Tara had phoned to suggest April stall her arrival until she could join her, she had quickly agreed. Tara was trying hard not to show it, but she was scared, and it had been most apparent the other night when she questioned April over her account and how it compared to Faith’s. It was understandable, April supposed. Tara hadn’t been there and she hadn’t heard Faith’s scream. April could recall it far too easily, and clung to the belief that Faith had been placed in an impossible position. She hadn’t gone into the house intending to kill Nick.

It was Faith’s smile that bothered them both. As much as it pained April, she could easily believe that their friend took some perverse satisfaction in knowing Nick had died for what he had tried to do to her.

As she waited for Tara to arrive, April opened the window a crack to stop the car steaming up. She could hear a siren in the distance, a sound that had been frustratingly absent when April had stood next to the pool of blood that cooled and congealed around Nick’s dead body. Trapped in the memory, April jumped when she heard a door slam. There were footsteps coming from Faith’s house and a figure appeared on the driveway. It took a heart-stopping second to realise the woman slipping through the gates wasn’t Faith.

Whoever she was, she spotted April immediately. She was young, smartly dressed, and walked towards the car with a confidence that suggested she belonged there and April didn’t. She bent down to take a better look at the driver.

‘Can I help you?’ she asked.

‘Erm, no. I’m waiting for a friend,’ April said as the two women sized each other up. There was a moment of mutual recognition.

‘Are you April?’

‘Yes, and I’m guessing you’re Ella.’

Ella smiled. ‘Sorry about that, you can’t be too careful. I’ve already caught a handful of journalists snooping around, although I don’t think anyone’s twigged yet that Faith’s back in the house.’