“That’s not why we’re here,” Detective Levinson says. “We wanted to talk to you—to you both—about Arabella.” There’s a pause. “We know your memory of your sister’s accident is still incomplete…”

It wasn’t an accident, Bella whispers, and I wince. How can no one else hear it? It’s in my head but it’s so loud. How can they not read her words on my face? The walls are closing in, the air is getting heavier.

“Excuse me a moment,” I say, scraping my chair back. I barely make it to the bathroom before bringing up everything I’ve eaten in the last twenty-four hours, retching up stinging strings of bile. Bella has followed me. I can hear her breath in my ear, smell the perfume she used to wear. Tell them, Tess, she whispers, fast, urgent. Remember what happened, remember that night…

I wash my face with shaking hands. What are they saying downstairs? Is Dad telling them more about my insomnia, is he telling them I’m fragile, is he telling them the strain I’m under? I think of my hands on Rebecca Martin, dragging her toward me by her tie, my threat to throw her through the window.

I make myself go back downstairs, force myself to sit back down at the table. “I’m sorry,” I say. “But what does Bella’s death have to do with Greg Lewis?”

“The initial time frame, as far as we can establish—it looks as though Greg Lewis died around the same time as your sister.”

I lean forward. “But he left. Jack got a text from him. He left the country, didn’t he? Took his passport, his phone…”

“There’s actually no evidence he went anywhere. No travel records, no further contact. It’s possible the text did not come from him.”

“What? But it was his phone, it…” Oh. My voice trails off. They think the murderer might have sent Jack that text, to stop anyone from looking for Greg.

“Wait,” I say. “Jack’s always insisted his dad sent him a text, but did anyone else ever see it? He could have been making it up, couldn’t he? If it was him who…”

“We’re speaking to everyone who knew Greg Lewis. But today we wanted to talk to you about your sister.”

I suck in a breath and hold it. I hadn’t realized, for a moment, what they were getting at. Greg had gone abroad by the time Bella died, so I never thought…But if he never sent the text, then he might never have been abroad. He could have been lurking in the woods the night of the wedding.