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by Sam Carrington


  ‘It’s a long story, Dom. And I’m so tired.’

  ‘There’s no rush.’ He stood up and, taking her hand, pulled

  her across to the sofa. ‘But at least make a start now.’ His eyes

  – kind, trusting – focused on hers.

  Where should she begin?

  ‘I haven’t told you everything,’ she said. ‘Because I didn’t want to ever speak about him – if I didn’t talk about any of it, it wasn’t real. It didn’t happen. It was the only way I could cope, the only way I could move forwards, get any semblance of a life after a

  dreadful childhood. I’m sorry I didn’t confide in you, I really am.’

  ‘I understand, I do. Really.’ Dom gave her a reassuring smile.

  ‘So, who is this William Cawley? Why did this letter set you off?’

  He held out the crumpled paper.

  ‘He’s my father. Birth father.’

  ‘Okay.’ Dom nodded gently. ‘I didn’t realise you even knew

  who your father was.’

  ‘Oh, I knew, unfortunately.’

  ‘What had he been in prison for?’

  The question Lizzie had dreaded.

  ‘When I was eight, I was taken into care. And not long after,

  he abducted a young girl and killed her.’

  Saying the words out loud made her feel sick to her stomach.

  Seeing Dom’s shocked reaction brought bile into her mouth.

  ‘See why I didn’t want to acknowledge his existence?’

  ‘God, Lizzie. That’s some heavy shit.’

  ‘Quite.’ Lizzie attempted a weak smile. ‘And now he’s out,

  he’s free, and I needed to come here to see if he’d returned. I

  wondered if he’d come back for me.’

  ‘And?’ Dom looked worried. Lizzie didn’t want to alarm him,

  but now she’d been honest, a weight had been lifted and she

  felt the need to share the rest.

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  ‘He’s here. Nearby. I met him yesterday.’

  ‘Jesus, love. Was that a good idea? I mean, you don’t know

  him, don’t know what years’ worth of prison would’ve done to

  him.’

  ‘I know. I was aware it was risky.’

  ‘Why? Why put yourself through this?’

  ‘Closure? Some kind of explanation. The truth. All of that,

  really.’

  ‘The truth? About what?’

  ‘About my alleged abuse – the reason I was taken away from

  him, about Jonie Hayes’ abduction and murder. And to ask him

  where he disposed of her body.’

  ‘Oh, my God. And what makes you think he’d tell you these

  things? Or what he says will be fact? He’s had years to concoct

  whatever narrative fitted – his version may not be the truth,

  Lizzie.’

  ‘I know that. I guess I thought I’d know the truth if he told

  it to me – that I’d see it in his eyes. Ridiculous, I know,’ she

  said, shaking her head.

  ‘So, you’ve spoken to him now. What conclusion have you

  come to?’

  ‘He says he didn’t take Jonie, and he didn’t kill her. As far as

  he’s concerned it’s all lies and he was framed.’

  Dom huffed. ‘Standard,’ he said, raising his eyebrows.

  ‘Yes. But a huge part of me believed him. And having spent

  some time in Mapledon, I have to admit, there are secrets here.

  Secrets that the villagers are hiding.’

  Lizzie suddenly felt awake, invigorated by the discussion. As

  she was speaking, the strength of her feelings intensified. Maybe she did believe her father was innocent. And that would change everything.

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  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  1989

  Brook Cottage Store

  Thursday 8th June – 41 days before

  ‘How’re you getting on with the action points from last week’s

  meeting?’ Nell asked as she picked up the items and punched

  the price into the till, her long, red nails tapping annoyingly at the keys.

  Muriel turned her back fully, to shield herself from the man

  in the queue behind her, before she spoke.

  ‘I’ve had some success, yes.’ Muriel smiled. Then added

  quietly: ‘But we need a chat, in private.’

  ‘Let me just serve Malcolm,’ she whispered, ‘then we can nip

  into the storeroom.’

  Muriel took her shopping bag and hovered near the door to

  the storeroom at the rear of the shop. A few moments later, Nell

  rushed towards her.

  ‘Come on in,’ Nell said, ushering Muriel through. ‘What’s

  up? Is it what I think?’

  ‘Possibly,’ Muriel said, her eyebrows raised. ‘Tina?’

  ‘Yes! My goodness, has she had some kind of personality

  transplant? She’s acting so strangely. What is up with her?’

  ‘She seems so distant, doesn’t she? She appears to have lost

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  interest in the meetings – she doesn’t offer any suggestions anymore, barely says a word. It’s making me nervous.’

  ‘Should we cut her out? Even Mark doesn’t seem to be able

  to talk sense into her. I think she may have lost her way.’

  ‘I think we should perhaps give her another chance? Maybe

  see what she’s like at the next meeting at the end of the month.

  It would be awkward for me to cut her out altogether, Nell.

  We’ve been friends for so long, and Bella plays with Jonie all

  the time.’

  ‘But, Muriel, if she’s not committed to the cause she shouldn’t

  be privy to the discussions. She should be replaced by someone

  who is.’

  ‘I know. I’m wondering if there’s something wrong between

  her and Mark. I’ll try and have a heart-to-heart; it might not

  be anything to do with our action points. She’s always been

  supportive of our community work in the past. I can’t see why

  she’d change her mind now.’

  ‘Unless she has a vested interest . . .’ Nell lowered her head,

  raising her eyes over the top of her glasses to shoot Muriel a

  knowing look.

  ‘You can’t seriously still be suggesting that, Nell, surely? I’d

  know.’

  ‘Would you? As you said yourself, she’s been distant lately,

  and now suddenly disinterested in what we’re trying to achieve.

  I’m adding two and two here, that’s all. You must’ve heard the

  rumours.’

  ‘Of course. But there’s no way. I mean, why?’

  ‘There’s nowt so queer as folk, as my dear grandmother would

  say.’

  Muriel nodded. ‘Fine. I’ll pay her a visit soon, pretend it’s

  something to do with the next meeting. See if I can get her

  chatting. We need to know what she’s playing at.’

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  Chapter Seventy

  2019

  Anna

  Wednesday 17th July

  Anna was greeted with a worried look from her mum as soon

  as she got to the foot of the stairs.

  ‘I was going to say, “good morning”, but from your expression

  I’m guessing it’s not so good?’

  ‘You were right,’ Murie
l said. ‘There’s been another.’ She took

  Anna’s arm and half-dragged her towards the kitchen. There,

  sitting ominously on the dining table, was a doll’s leg. Polly’s

  leg, Anna assumed.

  ‘Have you taken the note out?’

  ‘No. I was leaving that for you.’

  ‘Well, cheers,’ Anna mumbled as she sat down, squinting at

  the leg. ‘Can I at least get a coffee first; my eyes aren’t even in focus yet.’

  Muriel hurried to the kettle, shook it to check the water level,

  then switched it on. She tapped her fingers on the worktop.

  ‘A watched pot never boils, Mum.’

  ‘Are you going to recite back to me every saying I’ve ever

  uttered?’ Her voice was strained, the stress seeping from her.

  ‘No. Sorry. Look, I’m going to show this all to Pat later.’

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  ‘What? Why?’

  ‘Because he knows the history. Because he’s an ex-cop.

  Because he could be of assistance. Lots of reasons, Mum.’

  ‘But we agreed no police involvement. It’ll aggravate the

  situation.’

  ‘But we don’t know where this is all leading, do we? What if

  there’s a pièce de résistance?’ Anna stopped herself from finishing her thought. She didn’t want to put any more worry on to her

  mother. But it was a real concern – if Billy Cawley truly wanted

  revenge, who knew where this would end? Getting police

  involved might be the only thing that would prevent a tragedy.

  Another one. Anna shuddered. ‘Anyway, he’s only going to offer

  his opinion and Tina’s probably told him all about it anyway.

  He didn’t seem surprised when I mentioned it last night.’

  ‘You spoke to him about it last night? Is that where you went

  – to meet Pat?’

  ‘Yes. I want to get to the bottom of this, find the truth; and

  I thought he would be a good source of information.’

  ‘Please, Anna. I’ve told you – there’s no point digging up the

  past.’

  ‘I disagree. So would Lizzie.’

  ‘Well, she didn’t seem happy about what she’s found out so

  far. What makes you think getting your hands dirty in the depths of history will do you any good either?’

  ‘Doesn’t the truth matter to you? What about finding out

  what really happened to Jonie Hayes? What about finding her

  body? Doesn’t that matter?’

  ‘After all this time? Maybe not.’

  ‘How can you say that?’ Anna’s eyes widened in shock at her

  mother’s attitude. ‘You amaze me sometimes. Auntie Tina could

  finally rest, for one. The dark cloud that’s hovered over Mapledon for thirty years could be lifted. It would be awful for Tina to go to her grave never knowing where her daughter was. How would

  you feel if that were you?’

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  ‘Yes, I know. Right, here’s your coffee,’ Muriel said.

  The fact her mother wasn’t keen to dig up the past was discon-

  certing. It couldn’t just be that she was concerned about some

  video she and Nell had made of Eliza to prove Billy was abusing

  her; that she was partly responsible for Eliza being taken into

  care. There was something else, there had to be. Another reason

  she didn’t want this to all blow up, for the police to get involved.

  Maybe in digging further, Anna would find something far worse.

  Was she prepared for that?

  Anna sipped the coffee and placed it on the coaster. She ran

  her fingers through her hair, then got up. ‘Right, come on then,

  let’s see what we’ve been left.’ She got a skewer from the drawer and stuck it inside the cavity of the plastic leg, hooking the

  paper out. She took a deep steadying breath, then unfolded it.

  SOMEONE KNOWS WHERE SHE IS.

  ‘Well, that’s obvious,’ Anna said, her shoulders slumping. She

  was disappointed; she’d hoped for something a little more solid.

  A clue that might actually point them in the right direction.

  ‘This is stupid. Whoever is doing this knows absolutely

  nothing. This proves it. It’s someone who thinks they’re being

  clever, but they have zero proof of anything and they’re just

  fishing. Of course someone knows where she is. That evil good-for-nothing Billy Cawley does, and that’s the end of it,’ Muriel

  said, shaking her head while pacing the kitchen.

  ‘Calm down, Mum. Come and have a seat.’

  ‘I can’t. I’m too on edge. And annoyed.’

  ‘I feel at a loss as to what to do now. Are we going to wait,

  sit it out? If there’s an end point to this game, I’m not sure we should be sitting ducks, awaiting whatever comes next. This is

  one game of Knock, Knock I’d rather not play.’

  ‘You didn’t like playing any of them,’ Muriel said flippantly.

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  own – making dance routines up in your bedroom.’ Muriel gave a short laugh. ‘The ceiling would shake with all your jumping

  around. You drove your dad nuts.’

  ‘Is that why he left?’ Anna snapped.

  ‘Don’t be stupid, of course not.’

  ‘Why did he, then?’ Now the opportunity to talk about her

  dad had arisen, she wanted to take full advantage – see if Muriel stuck to her usual lines.

  Muriel sighed, and Anna saw tears gather along her lower

  lids. ‘You know why. Because he wanted to be with the other

  woman.’

  ‘Who was she? You never told me anything.’

  ‘No one you knew. There was nothing to tell. We had our

  problems and he didn’t love me; it was that simple. He loved

  you, though.’

  ‘Well, that doesn’t make any sense now, does it? If he loved

  me, he would’ve stayed in contact – visited me, or at the very

  least called. He never even sent me birthday cards. That’s love,

  is it?’

  ‘You wouldn’t understand.’

  ‘No, you’re right. I can’t see how he would leave me, and you

  can sit here and still say that he loved me. That’s nonsensical.’

  ‘When Jonie was taken, it changed him. He couldn’t accept

  how close you’d come to being taken away from him. He was

  destroyed by the very thought. He’d never been emotionally

  strong – he depended on me for that. I was the strong one.’

  Anna so badly wanted to make a comment about that state-

  ment, but instead said, ‘If that was the case, why didn’t he stay with you?’

  ‘Our marriage became very strained, very quickly, and after

  I found out what he’d been up to, we both thought it best if he

  left straight away. With her.’

  ‘I still don’t see why your marriage being strained and Dad

  being overly upset about what happened meant he had to go to

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  the other end of the UK, Mum. And never have contact with me? Or you? That’s weird.’

  ‘I
can’t speak for your father, Anna,’ she said abruptly. ‘He

  had his reasons.’

  ‘So, you basically treated him as if he were dead, not speaking

  of him, not telling me anything. That was the best thing for me,

  was it?’ Anna’s voice broke; she felt the old anger resurfacing.

  ‘It was easier for us all.’

  ‘It was easier for you, you mean.’ Resentment spilled from her. ‘My God, you’re a piece of work.’ Anna got up and strode

  into the lounge. She couldn’t look at Muriel right now. Was this

  one of the patches of dirt her mother didn’t want her digging

  in?

  She wondered what else lay beneath the surface, waiting to

  be unearthed.

  What other truths had been buried in Mapledon all these

  years?

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  Chapter Seventy-One

  2019

  Lizzie

  Wednesday 17th July – evening

  Dom had been extremely understanding, albeit hurt that she’d

  felt unable to tell him about her father before. Lizzie had poured it all out in a matter of an hour – every sordid detail she could remember about her childhood, all the things she’d come to

  believe because of what others told her. How she’d been classed

  as ‘disturbed’ by her caregivers for most of her young life. It

  was only later that teachers, doctors, specialists had taken the

  time to have her assessed professionally and she’d begun to

  receive the help and support she so badly needed.

  It was only when she’d met Dom that she truly began to look

  after herself, consider herself worthy of love. Even then, she’d

  struggled to believe she wouldn’t be abandoned, cast aside for

  something, or someone, better. She still struggled. She hadn’t

  wanted to purposely build a wall around herself, but she’d considered the barrier to be a requirement – a back-up, just in case.

  Lizzie perched on the edge of the bed watching Dom as he

  slept. The journey down, the emotionally draining evening, and

  maybe the relief from his point of view that her sudden depar-

  ture hadn’t been anything to do with him, had all taken its

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  effect. It never took much for him to crash. And tonight, Lizzie was glad he had. It would make it easier for her to sneak out.

  After the revelations at Anna’s house, hearing Muriel’s confes-

  sion and also her belief something had happened to Rob Andrews

 

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