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
‘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.’