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Chapters (67)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. August 2008
  7. NOW
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. THEN
  13. Chapter 5
  14. NOW
  15. ANOTHER SUMMER OF DEATH?
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. THEN
  19. Chapter 9
  20. NOW
  21. Chapter 10
  22. Chapter 11
  23. Chapter 12
  24. Chapter 13
  25. THEN
  26. Chapter 14
  27. NOW
  28. Chapter 15
  29. Chapter 16
  30. Chapter 17
  31. THEN
  32. SECOND BODY FOUND
  33. NOW
  34. Chapter 19
  35. Chapter 20
  36. Chapter 21
  37. Chapter 22
  38. Chapter 23
  39. THEN
  40. Chapter 24
  41. NOW
  42. Chapter 25
  43. Chapter 26
  44. Chapter 27
  45. Chapter 28
  46. Chapter 29
  47. THEN
  48. Chapter 30
  49. NOW
  50. Chapter 31
  51. Chapter 32
  52. Chapter 33
  53. Chapter 34
  54. Chapter 35
  55. THEN
  56. Chapter 36
  57. NOW
  58. Chapter 37
  59. Chapter 38
  60. Chapter 39
  61. Chapter 40
  62. Chapter 41
  63. TRAGIC TALE OF ARABELLA COOPERREACHES ITS SAD CONCLUSION
  64. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  65. Discover More
  66. About the Author
  67. Also by Vanessa Savage

I want to cry at the distance that’s suddenly stretching between us. I rushed here to see her, because she’s Sophie, my best friend. I want her to reassure me, tell me it isn’t so terrible after all, I didn’t do anything. The things I said couldn’t have done that much damage.

But the fear on her face, my own growing panic—I can’t shake it. Since I found out the body in the garden is that of Greg Lewis, I can’t shake the conviction that what I did back then, what I said, whoever put Greg there, it was because of me.

“So what do you want to do now?” She says it stiffly. “Are you staying? You’re welcome, of course, but what about Julia and your dad?”

The awkwardness between us is like a solid presence I can’t breach. I shake my head. “I have to go back to Dad’s. It was stupid to run off like that. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You don’t need to rush straight off. Why don’t you stay tonight?”

I bite my lip. I could. I could call Dad, he’d understand. “You could come back with me if you want?” I say. “See Julia and my dad and…” I let the words trail off as I see the look on her face. “I’m sorry. The last thing you need is to be there with all the crap that’s going on, isn’t it? Julia, the police…I’m sorry. It has nothing to do with you.”

“I wish it didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“How am I supposed to ignore what you just said? Shit, Tess, it sounded like the start of a confession.”

I stare at her. “A confession to what?”

“Shit,” she says again, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying. But…” She pauses. “I think you need to come back. Back properly, I mean, to your own flat. As soon as possible. You’re not…God, ever since you got that phone call from your dad about Julia you’ve been like a different person. Everything that happened at school, this, now, you turning up in hysterics, being questioned by the police?”

I find myself moving away from her, shifting farther down the sofa. Yes, I am like a different person. Hysterics aside, even I can see that. What I don’t know is which Tess is real—the Tess Sophie knows, or the person I am back home.

Chapter 21

Chapter 21