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Автор: Sam Carrington
Издательство: HarperCollins
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Жанр произведения: Ужасы и Мистика
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9780008259839
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Chapter 14: The Disappearance

       Chapter 16: The Past

       Chapter 17: The Visit

       Chapter 18: The Favour

       Chapter 19: The Appeal

       Chapter 20: The Photos

       Chapter 21: The List

       Chapter 22: The Dream

       Chapter 23: The Baby-Sitter

       Chapter 24: The Drunk

       Chapter 25: The Apology

       Chapter 26: The Brush-Off

       Chapter 27: The Lie

       Chapter 28: The Secret

       Chapter 29: The Accident

       Chapter 30: The Search

       Chapter 31: The Photo

       Chapter 32: The Gift

       Chapter 33: The Questions

       Chapter 34: The Mistake

       Chapter 35: The Update

       Chapter 36: The Drone

       Chapter 37: The Discovery

       Chapter 38: The Aftershock

       Chapter 39: The Gathering

       Chapter 40: The Footage

       Chapter 41: The Theory

       Chapter 42: The House

       Chapter 43: The Find

       Chapter 44: The Darkness

       Chapter 45: The Truth

       Chapter 46: The Hypnosis

       Chapter 47: The Ghost

       Chapter 48: The Revelation

       Chapter 49: The Trap

       Chapter 50: The Forgiveness

       Chapter 51: The Plan

       Chapter 52: The Last Time

       Chapter 53: The Funeral

       The Epilogue

       Acknowledgements

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       By the Same Author

       About the Publisher

       1

       THE BURIAL

       I can still feel the mud embedded deep under my fingernails, taste the dirt on my lips. I can still see the eyes: shining like glass, open and staring, deep in their sockets. Dead.

       In my mind I watch the earth piling onto the body, slowly blotting out what’s been done. Finally covering those eyes, so they can’t judge anymore.

       I’m confident no trace can lead back to me.

       Part of me feels regret; a sadness that it came to such a drastic act.

       For the moment, my conscience is telling me I’m guilty.

       But that can be buried too.

       2

       THE SIGNS

       Tuesday p.m.

      The quiet murmurings that stopped as Louisa walked in the room, the closely guarded messages on his iPhone, the way he flitted about when Tiff was around – those were the little things that gave him away. He’d never been able to keep secrets. It’d been something Louisa had found endearing when she’d first met him on Millennium Eve at the party she shouldn’t have been at. But nineteen years later, his inability to hide anything despite believing he could – and that he was good at it – had