Saving Sophie: A compulsively twisty psychological thriller that will keep you gripped to the very last page
***THE NO.1 EBOOK BESTSELLER***‘This book is not only gripping, but it ends with a gasp-out-loud twist’ Closer‘Tense, convincing … kept me guessing’ Caz Frear, bestselling author of Sweet Little LiesA teenage girl is missing. Is your daughter involved, or is she next?When Karen Finch’s seventeen-year-old daughter Sophie arrives home after a night out, drunk and accompanied by police officers, no one is smiling the morning after. But Sophie remembers nothing about how she got into such a state.Twelve hours later, Sophie’s friend Amy has still not returned home. Then the body of a young woman is found.Karen is sure that Sophie knows more than she is letting on. But Karen has her own demons to fight. She struggles to go beyond her own door without a panic attack.As she becomes convinced that Sophie is not only involved but also in danger, Karen must confront her own anxieties to stop whoever killed one young girl moving on to another – Sophie.A taut psychological thriller, perfect for fans of Laura Marshall and Cara Hunter.Praise for Sam Carrington‘A gripping exploration of twisted family secrets’ Cass Green, author of The Woman Next Door‘Saving Sophie is a twisted rollercoaster of a debut . . . Sam Carrington is definitely one to watch out for’ Lisa Hall, author of Between You and Me‘A tense, pacy read. This story’s enough to put you off social media!’ Isabel Ashdown, author of Beautiful Liars‘I was hooked … I devoured this story in one sitting. Louise Jensen, author of The Sister
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In memory of my dad, Norman, and my mum, Mary.
Missed every day.
Contents
Saturday
‘Shh … Don’t speak.’ He releases the strap of the rubber ball gag with his left hand. His right grips a chunk of long, curly hair. Pulling it, twisting it, so she can’t move her head. So tight, she can’t move away from him. So tight, strands of black hair extensions break and tear from her real hair, tiny popping noises oddly loud in her ear.
The gag makes a soft thud on the concrete floor, an innocent sound, incongruent with the function it has just served.
‘Stay quiet now. Still. It’ll be over soon.’
He pushes his head up against her temple, hard. The slick tackiness of his sweat covers her forehead as he presses against her, rubbing his head from side to side. The putrid odour invades her nostrils. She tries not to breathe. Fear takes over; a whimper escapes from her dry mouth.
‘No. No noise. I told you.’ His voice is raspy, menacing.
Her eyes are wide and swollen, wet with fresh tears – her face stained with old ones. She opens her mouth, just a little, daring to utter the words screaming inside her head: Please don’t kill me. He notices the slight movement of her lips and immediately presses his fingers against them, suppressing the words before they can be formed. Only her breath manages to leak through the gaps of his soft fingers; a stifled exhalation.
