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Chapters (70)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Two Wrongs
  3. Praise for Mel McGrath
  4. About the Author
  5. Also by Mel McGrath
  6. Note to Readers
  7. Dedication
  8. Prologue
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Chapter 7
  16. Chapter 8
  17. Chapter 9
  18. Chapter 10
  19. Chapter 11
  20. Chapter 12
  21. Chapter 13
  22. Chapter 14
  23. Chapter 15
  24. Chapter 16
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Chapter 29
  38. Chapter 30
  39. Chapter 31
  40. Chapter 32
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Chapter 47
  56. Chapter 48
  57. Chapter 49
  58. Chapter 50
  59. Chapter 51
  60. Chapter 52
  61. Chapter 53
  62. Chapter 54
  63. Chapter 55
  64. Chapter 56
  65. Chapter 57
  66. Author Note
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. Extract
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  70. About the Publisher

‘Are you all right?’ Cullen asks, almost genuinely concerned.

She bites her lip again. Oh, now Cullen sees it. She is doing her best to keep herself together. He supposes that the maths helps somehow.

But first he needs to find out what else she knows.

‘Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. To go back to Satnam, you have no ideas about what led up to this? What made her say she wanted to leave? Family problems? Workload? Boyfriend? Nothing on her phone?’ He holds his breath.

She shrugs. ‘She had a boyfriend, Luke, but she broke up with him months ago. Since then she’s just been focusing on her work. She goes to the library a lot. Except…’ She tails off. A bead of sweat rises up on Cullen’s forehead. He wipes it away.

‘Except what?’

‘I’m there 24.66 hours a week on average and I haven’t seen her there.’

‘I see.’ He doesn’t like the direction the conversation is taking. He wants Nevis to tell him what she knows without raising questions of her own. ‘As you might know, Satnam took a catch-up class with me last summer. I’ve been seeing her on and off since then to make sure she stays caught up. I can attest to her increased output. She’d been working hard.’

‘Oh, OK.’ Nevis looks unconvinced.

‘But if we had her phone?’ he goes on, with the most casual tone he can muster.

‘It’s passcode protected.’

‘Do you know where it is? There was a suggestion it had been lost.’

‘Oh.’ She compresses her lips and falls silent.

He changes tack again. ‘You’ve probably also heard that Satnam’s parents are saying what happened was an accident?’

‘Yes,’ she says.

‘And what do you think about that?’

‘Probability close to zero.’

‘You are aware, I suppose, that an amount of Ritalin was found in Satnam’s blood? A great deal of alcohol too.’

She nods.

‘From what I understand, a combination of that particular drug when taken with alcohol can lead to all kinds of mental confusion, hallucinations even. Satnam might have thought she was going somewhere quite different from the bridge.’

He watches her make a mental calculation and then the lines on her face appearing. ‘If it was an accident why would she have taken so many pills? And she doesn’t usually drink, or not much anyway.’