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Chapters (118)
  1. About the Author
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. 6
  17. Chapter 7
  18. 7
  19. Chapter 8
  20. 8
  21. Chapter 9
  22. 9
  23. Chapter 10
  24. 10
  25. Chapter 11
  26. 11
  27. Chapter 12
  28. 12
  29. Chapter 13
  30. 13
  31. Chapter 14
  32. 14
  33. Chapter 15
  34. 15
  35. Chapter 16
  36. 16
  37. Chapter 17
  38. 17
  39. Chapter 18
  40. 18
  41. Chapter 19
  42. 19
  43. Chapter 20
  44. 20
  45. Chapter 21
  46. 21
  47. Chapter 22
  48. 22
  49. Chapter 23
  50. 23
  51. Chapter 24
  52. 24
  53. Chapter 25
  54. 25
  55. Chapter 26
  56. 26
  57. Chapter 27
  58. 27
  59. Chapter 28
  60. 28
  61. Chapter 29
  62. 29
  63. Chapter 30
  64. 30
  65. Chapter 31
  66. 31
  67. Chapter 32
  68. 32
  69. Chapter 33
  70. 33
  71. Chapter 34
  72. 34
  73. Chapter 35
  74. 35
  75. Chapter 36
  76. 36
  77. Chapter 37
  78. 37
  79. Chapter 38
  80. 38
  81. Chapter 39
  82. 39
  83. Chapter 40
  84. 40
  85. Chapter 41
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  87. Chapter 42
  88. 42
  89. Chapter 43
  90. 43
  91. Chapter 44
  92. 44
  93. Chapter 45
  94. 45
  95. Chapter 46
  96. 46
  97. Chapter 47
  98. 47
  99. Chapter 48
  100. 48
  101. Chapter 49
  102. 49
  103. Chapter 50
  104. 50
  105. Chapter 51
  106. 51
  107. Chapter 52
  108. 52
  109. Chapter 53
  110. 53
  111. Epilogue
  112. Epilogue
  113. Acknowledgements
  114. Read more
  115. Read more
  116. BRISTOL DAILY NEWS
  117. October 2018
  118. THE BEGINNING

‘Have you shown that card to Ted yet?’ asks Jack, wheeling his chair over to me with a glint in his eye. ‘This could be a story in itself.’

‘Not yet,’ I reply, tapping at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the screen. I’ve filed the eye-witness story, so I’m working on a Clive and Deirdre background piece. But now I’m worried I’ve done the wrong thing. I shouldn’t have pocketed the card. It would be interfering with a crime scene. If Clive or Deirdre had enemies, the police will want to know. I can’t afford to take one step out of line. Ted had told me that when he offered me the job.

Jack had been so excited when I showed him the card in the car. He’d turned it over in his fingers and kept asking me what I thought it meant.

‘It means that one or both of them had enemies,’ I’d said. Other than that I didn’t fully understand why I’d decided to take it. Maybe to prove Clive Wilson wasn’t the squeaky-clean uncle, brother and son that his family had tried to portray. Unless the message had been meant for Deirdre. I doubted that. She looked like a lovely, doting grandmother. Maybe the killer had shot her because she’d got in the way or had come home unexpectedly. But, then again, perhaps Deirdre wasn’t who she’d appeared to be.

I still can’t bring myself to think of Heather as the killer.

There has to have been some mistake.

I recall my conversation with Margot yesterday. She’d insinuated there might be some doubt, although I found it interesting that Adam had quickly shut her down. Something doesn’t seem right there.

‘You don’t think Heather was in it with someone, do you?’ asks Jack now. ‘Or someone paid her to do it?’

I can’t help but laugh at Jack’s wild imagination. ‘She’s not a professional assassin. And this is Tilby we’re talking about, not some big city. It’s the biggest crime that’s been committed there for as long as I can remember.’

Since Flora, I think, although I don’t say that to Jack.

‘But how do you know?’

I swivel in my chair so that I’m facing him. ‘I’m sure the police would have noticed if she’d received a large payment recently.’

‘Could have been made in cash.’

‘I’m sure the police are in the process of going through everything.’

Jack shrugs. ‘They have a caravan park. Money must go in and out all the time. It might not be noticeable. Maybe they were in debt. Maybe her husband was in on it, too.’