Chapters (118)
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- 1
- Chapter 2
- 2
- Chapter 3
- 3
- Chapter 4
- 4
- Chapter 5
- 5
- Chapter 6
- 6
- Chapter 7
- 7
- Chapter 8
- 8
- Chapter 9
- 9
- Chapter 10
- 10
- Chapter 11
- 11
- Chapter 12
- 12
- Chapter 13
- 13
- Chapter 14
- 14
- Chapter 15
- 15
- Chapter 16
- 16
- Chapter 17
- 17
- Chapter 18
- 18
- Chapter 19
- 19
- Chapter 20
- 20
- Chapter 21
- 21
- Chapter 22
- 22
- Chapter 23
- 23
- Chapter 24
- 24
- Chapter 25
- 25
- Chapter 26
- 26
- Chapter 27
- 27
- Chapter 28
- 28
- Chapter 29
- 29
- Chapter 30
- 30
- Chapter 31
- 31
- Chapter 32
- 32
- Chapter 33
- 33
- Chapter 34
- 34
- Chapter 35
- 35
- Chapter 36
- 36
- Chapter 37
- 37
- Chapter 38
- 38
- Chapter 39
- 39
- Chapter 40
- 40
- Chapter 41
- 41
- Chapter 42
- 42
- Chapter 43
- 43
- Chapter 44
- 44
- Chapter 45
- 45
- Chapter 46
- 46
- Chapter 47
- 47
- Chapter 48
- 48
- Chapter 49
- 49
- Chapter 50
- 50
- Chapter 51
- 51
- Chapter 52
- 52
- Chapter 53
- 53
- Epilogue
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
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- BRISTOL DAILY NEWS
- October 2018
- THE BEGINNING
Ruthgow stands up, too, looking pained. ‘I don’t want to upset you. We have to look into every possibility. You know Flora’s case isn’t closed. It’s cold, that’s all. Margot, please …’ He holds out a hand and in his expression she sees the man he used to be, the man she cried and got drunk with, opened up to – about Keith and how much she missed him even though he hadn’t always been the perfect husband or father. And, in turn, he’d confided in her about coping with his wife’s sudden death in a car crash. But now she was on the other side: no longer the innocent victim whose precious daughter had been snatched away so cruelly. Now she was the mother of a killer.
‘She was just a kid,’ she says hotly, as she walks him to the front door. But Ruthgow leaves without saying anything further.
Heather was only ten years old when Keith died. She was only ten years old when she pulled the trigger on the gun that killed her father.
Chapter 17
17
Margot
Margot watches from the living-room window as Ruthgow gets into his unmarked police car and drives away. How did he find out about Keith’s accident? When Flora went missing it never came out – the police force in Kent had handled it, and back then Margot hadn’t thought of the implications. Heather had been fourteen when Flora had disappeared. And it had never once occurred to her that Heather was responsible. Why would it? But now … No. She refuses to believe it. Heather loved Flora more than anyone in the world: she would never have hurt her. If anything, what had happened to Keith, then to Flora, has obviously destabilized Heather to such an extent that she’d flipped. Maybe Deirdre and Clive Wilson were targeted completely at random. Heather probably didn’t even know what she was doing. Surely it was temporary insanity.
Yesterday she’d contacted a defence lawyer in the likelihood that Heather will go to court – because her daughter will wake up, and when she does they need to fight her case. Together. Damn Ruthgow. He must be near to retiring. Does he want to solve Flora’s case before he leaves the force? Is that what this is all about? And if he and the rest of his team pin it on Heather, it’s a closed case, ends neatly tied up. Ruthgow can walk off into his future with a clear conscience and a pat on the back.