had done, but why now, when things were going so well for him?
‘It’s not that,’ Lizzy said. ‘I don’t think he knows anything about what happened.’
Will was hugely relieved. ‘Then what is it about?’
Again Lizzy paused ominously, extinguishing his relief. ‘Those years ago, when Stuart called you around to his flat, after he’d killed Stephen Myers, did you see his body?’
Will was taken aback by the question. ‘Well, yes, of course I did, you know, I helped to get rid of… it.’
‘Sorry, Will, I understand that. What I meant was, did you see his face – are you sure it was him?’
Again Will was dumbstruck. ‘What’s this all about, Lizzy?’
Lizzy seemed exasperated. ‘Just answer me, Will. Did you see his face?’
‘No. Not properly. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Stuart dealt with it mostly, and I helped to carry him once he was wrapped up in the bed sheets. By then he was covered.’
This didn’t seem to be the answer Lizzy wanted to hear. ‘But what about when you got to the canal. You removed him from the sheets then, didn’t you?’
‘Yes, but again, I didn’t look directly at him. I saw his body, yes, but not his face. It was him, though. It was Stephen Myers.’
‘How can you be so sure?’
‘Because the police would have checked that, wouldn’t they? And his family, he would have been identified by them. Why would you think it might not have been him?’
Lizzy swallowed and looked Will straight in the eyes. Again there was that haunted look. ‘Because Peter Myers told me that Stephen Myers is still alive.’
5
Dan and Emma spent a good hour walking barefoot by the sea, carrying their shoes, letting the warm waves lap over their feet. It was so relaxing and it felt a world away from the hustle and bustle of London.
‘I am sorry,’ Dan said, turning to face Emma and taking both her hands in his. ‘I feel terrible for questioning you about Stuart. I do trust you. But I’ve been feeling so afraid that you might have changed how you feel about me. I guess this whole experience has shaken me up more than I thought, and it’s made me question things that I’ve always taken for granted. It feels like the ground has shifted, like an earthquake, and it still hasn’t quite settled. Do you understand?’
Emma nodded. She knew exactly what he meant, and in fact it was a huge relief to find out that she wasn’t the only one who felt as if the world had been de-stabilised. ‘Like aftershocks.’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘That’s it, exactly – aftershocks. Just when I think I’m okay, another one comes along, and knocks me sideways. I realise then that everything isn’t quite back to normal.’
‘I know what you mean.’ She summoned the courage to ask the question she’d been desperate to ask for the past hour. ‘The reason you didn’t want to go ahead and re-arrange the wedding too soon – was it really because you felt unsure about how I felt about Stuart?’
Dan pressed his toes into the wet sand. ‘Partly – I’m sorry, Em.’
‘ It’s okay, I understand. I appreciate your honesty.’
‘I should have spoken to you about it sooner. But it never really felt like the right time. And I didn’t intend to tell you here, on holiday, but it just came out.’
‘Well, I’m glad that it did. Because now we’ve been able to deal with it.’
Dan nodded. They looked at each other for a few moments, and then touched lips, holding the kiss as three children splashed past them, shouting with delight. ‘I do love you, Emma Holden.’
Emma looked into his eyes. ‘I love you too.’
They kissed again, and held each other close. Emma could feel the comforting sound of Dan’s heart beating.
‘I’ve got a surprise for you,’ Dan said. ‘You remember you mentioned the open-air theatre, carved into the cliff-side?’
‘The Minack Theatre, yes.’
‘That’s it. Well, they’re currently running a production of Romeo and
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