Chapters (70)
- Cover
- Praise for Two Wrongs
- Praise for Mel McGrath
- About the Author
- Also by Mel McGrath
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Author Note
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- 1
- About the Publisher
‘About a month later, we did. Zoe changed her mind and we went to the police. They questioned Mulholland but his mother gave him an alibi. Said he was with her from 10.30, which was absolutely not true. It was too late by then anyway. There were no forensics, nothing. A week later Zoe dropped out of college. A few days after she left, I went too. I didn’t want to stay at St Olaf’s without her. Neither of us told our parents. We found a place in a squat and lived there for a few weeks, drinking and doing our best to blot things out. I got work doing odd jobs for this farming couple way out in the countryside and they let me and Zoe live in a caravan at the bottom of one of their fields.’
Her thoughts are interrupted by a ping on her phone. A text from Nevis. Sorry battery out. Heading back to the boat now. The message reminds her, if a reminder were necessary, that there are limits to how much of the story she can tell, and that, even now, she has a duty to protect Nevis from the truth. And if Nevis cannot know, then no one else can either.
‘And Mulholland?’ Alex says now.
‘I bumped into him in the street, not long afterwards. He looked grey and depressed which I was pleased about. He told me he was leaving St Olaf’s. My fault apparently. He spat at me, actually, said he’d get his own back one day. After that, neither me or Zoe ever saw him or spoke about him again. I hadn’t heard his name in two decades till Gary mentioned it.’ She looked across at Alex and wondered how she could convey the depth of her hatred for Mulholland, how the ticking impulse she had thought was long since dormant had been awakened now, and would not quiet until she had got her revenge. Mulholland hated her as much as she hated him and she knew that such darkness as existed between them could never be eliminated while they both lived. No matter how much light was shed on it, the shadow, the stain of their hatred would remain in the world. For she and Christopher to be truly free of one another, to be released from their mutual haunting, one or other of them would have to die.
Chapter 45
Nevis