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But the dangerous and deadly man approaching me is not Angus, though I do recognise him. I know him all too well. It’s my husband.
Psychic dream or just her subconscious intuition ?
‘He said the killer was one of the guys in our class who had a crush on her,’ Gerard says. ‘Like who?’ ‘Well, I mean, there were quite a few of us, weren’t there?’ Gerard says. ‘But while I liked Paisley, I know I didn’t kill her, and I know some of the other guys didn’t either, as I was watching football with them at one of their parents’ houses that night. But someone wasn’t with us. Someone from our class who liked Paisley. You.’
‘I think it was somebody who knew her,’
‘I don’t think he did it. You know why? Because he’s still here. I reckon the real killer couldn’t handle seeing me every day. That’s why I think they left. Plenty of people have left this village over the years and not all of them have come back. I reckon the killer is well away from here and, if they have the good sense, they’ll never come back. But maybe I’ll get lucky one day and they’ll return.’
‘Seriously? You’re so desperate to get out of seeing old friends that you are faking a headache?’ she says and then laughs. ‘You’re a worse actor than the kids when they wanted to get out of school.’ ‘Yeah, Dad. Even I could do better than that,’
Lmao
Why does it feel like the longer I’m here, the less I’m able to manipulate them like I am used to doing at home?
Wouldn’t it make more sense that it was somebody who wanted her for themselves but couldn’t have her? Somebody who couldn’t stand to see me have her instead? Somebody who got jealous? Somebody who took that jealousy out on me by instigating a fight?
Angus shoots out a hand and grips her wrist before fixing her with a steely stare. ‘How well do you know your husband?’ Angus asks her as he keeps a tight hold of her.
‘That boy is only interested in you for one reason. He wants to get you drunk and then he wants to take you some place quiet and—’ ‘Lachlan!’ I cry, cutting him off.
Ever since we got here, Lachlan has tried to control us, manipulate and manoeuvre us around, as if he doesn’t trust us to figure things out for ourselves.
‘Except that your daughter, the famous and tragic Paisley Hamilton, was not the sweet and innocent girl everyone seems to think she was,’ Lachlan says, which is a very serious and strange thing to say to her father.
‘The truth is, if your daughter was in the woods late at night then she was up to no good. So she has to take some blame for what happened to her.’
Woooww he deserves a punch at this moment
the danger in our lives is closer than we think. Sometimes, it’s staring us right in the face.’
it doesn’t seem like it was only a generic warning. It feels more like it was a specific warning for me.
I’m praying she hasn’t had her head filled with doubts about me and the man I am. If she has, that could be a very big problem. For her.
But just in case I’m wrong and Jenny does somehow figure it out, I will have no choice but to deal with her. She might be my wife but she’s not immune to the threat I pose. Like any other woman who crosses me, I will act if I need to.
There’s no point denying it. She doesn’t want to be with me. That’s okay, it’s her right. But it’s also my right to do something about it.
I don’t care if the wrong man gets accused of a crime. I only care about getting away with the crime myself, and as the door opens, I take a deep breath.
The two careful crimes I not only committed in the past but got away with are going to be undone by this third, more reckless crime I attempted.
‘Have you seen my daughter?’ I ask him, figuring that while he may be drunk, he could still be useful. ‘Beautiful Bonnie?
A bit creepy dude
Francesca must have already called the police by now after my ill-fated attempt on her life was interrupted, and thanks to me not wearing a disguise, she will have given them my name.
he is watching somebody else get his girl, just like I have done before, and I realise that history might be repeating itself here. That’s when I wonder if my son has inherited the same tendencies I possessed. If he can’t have the girl, nobody can.
I was expecting a twist in this book in which the son turns out to be a murderer just like his dad.
She’s entitled to be with whoever she wants to be and if that’s not you, it’s hard but it’s okay. There will be somebody else out there who does want to be with you, and you’ve got to get over this disappointment and keep looking.
Try taking your own advice buddy
History cannot repeat itself. I’m the bad apple in the family. I need to make sure I haven’t poisoned the whole basket before I pay the price for it.
At least you have enough sanity to not wish that on your kid
I’m without the rest of my family too and I feel powerless, as if I am only strong when my loved ones are near.
But it was a waste of time because he left when he realised I wasn’t going to do anything with him.’
Who goes to a festival where there’s no alcohol?’
People who know how to have fun without alcohol, duhh!
multiple years locked up in a cell doesn’t seem as bad as being separated from my loved ones and that’s when I realise that whatever happens, I cannot go on without them. Jenny. Bonnie. William. If I can’t have them, no one can.
Oh lord here we go
She’s trying to work out whether I am telling the truth and that’s because she wants to know if she should trust me.
‘I hope Lachlan has said his goodbyes this time,’ she says then before I can leave. ‘Not like last time. He just went without so much as a goodbye to anyone and no one really knew
‘Why don’t you two take a toilet break as well?’ I suggest. ‘None of us went before setting off and it could be a long drive yet like your father says.’ I use Lachlan’s words against him, and Bonnie takes the opportunity to do as I suggest,
Wow really? Cuz there's no way I as a woman, would jump at the chance at peeing outdoors. Not unless my bladder was about to burst. Seems weird her daughter is just like, okay sure mom let's pee in the forest together. LMAO
Maybe, if I can convince Jenny that the only way for us to survive as a family is for us to keep going and never look back, she will stick with me. The kids too. If not, there is no future for any of us.
I’m not one of these killers who wants everyone to know about all of their victims so they can take credit for them, like there’s some kind of pride and prestige attached to it. I always wanted to be one of those killers who no one even knew existed.
But to me, it sounds like a desperate man who was trying to trick us into going somewhere with him that we shouldn’t have gone.
my husband’s car is parked there. You’ll see it if you come. And there will be two teenagers standing with it. They are my children. I’ve told them to wait there while I stay with my husband. I just knocked him unconscious because he’s the one you’re looking for. Lachlan Ferguson.
Now wth would you stay behind? You should've gotten his keys and left him, then called 911 from the road
‘But I’m not a child now, am I?’ he says, looking at me. ‘I wasn’t a child when I tried to kill Francesca. And I wasn’t a child when I murdered Teri.’ I almost lose my grip on the tree trunk then because as shocking as what he has been saying has been for me, I hadn’t pieced this last part of it together.
And a month since I last saw him with my own eyes, the second before he slipped beneath the water after I had killed him before he could kill me.
What if I had rejected Lachlan back when we first met?
while myself and the rest of the world are sure that Lachlan is dead, his body was never actually recovered from that loch.
Nah this man aint dead. He probably reinvented himself elsewhere
‘I was there that day when you fought with him by the loch,’ Angus admits then. ‘I saw everything.’
And you didn't think to help!?
Lachlan was not at the bottom of that loch. I watched him get out of the water.’
Hope Angus didn't let him get away, if you know what I mean.
‘He’s not going to come back,’ Angus says then, his calm voice offsetting my panic. ‘He’s not going to come back because I killed him.’
Well good riddance
‘Why would you confess this?’ I ask him, confused. ‘You could have kept this a secret. I would never have known.’ ‘That’s true,’ Angus replies. ‘But you would never have known for sure that Lachlan was dead either. Not without his body being found. I didn’t want you to spend the rest of your life wondering if he might still be out there. I felt you deserved to know that he was definitely gone,
I’m surprised at how much I’m hoping Angus says yes to my suggestion, but when he nods, I feel a warmth I have not felt in a long time. It’s a warmth I used to feel when I met Lachlan. A warmth that told me I could be happy with this man.
it would be weird if I was to date the childhood best friend of my deceased, murderous husband. Then again, given what I have been through, what both Angus and I have been through, don’t we deserve to do something that makes us feel happier?
