Bad Sister: ‘Tense, convincing… kept me guessing’ Caz Frear, bestselling author of Sweet Little Lies

Bad Sister: ‘Tense, convincing… kept me guessing’ Caz Frear, bestselling author of Sweet Little Lies
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Sisters. Allies. Liars.The gripping new thriller from the author of Saving Sophie.Stephanie is scared for her life. Her psychologist, Connie Summers, wants to help her face her fears, but Connie will never really understand her. Stephanie’s past has been wiped away for her own protection. Stephanie isn’t even her real name. But then, Dr Summers isn’t Connie’s real name either.And that’s not all the women have in common. As Stephanie opens up about her troubled relationship with her brother, Connie is forced to confront her own dark family secrets.When a mutilated body is dumped in plain sight, it will have devastating consequences for both women.Who is the victim?Who is to blame?Who is next?Gripping, tense and impossible to put down, Bad Sister will have fans of Sue Fortin, B A Paris and Linda Green hooked till the final page.Praise for Saving Sophie‘This book is not only gripping, but it explores the mother/daughter relationship perfectly, and ends with a gasp-out-loud twist’ Closer‘I DEVOURED THIS STORY IN ONE SITTING’ Louise Jensen, author of The Sister

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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2017

Copyright © Sam Carrington 2017

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Cover design © Stuart Bache, Books Covered Ltd 2017

Sam Carrington asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Source ISBN: 9780008200213

Ebook Edition © October 2017 ISBN: 9780008200206

Version 2017-09-13

For my sister, Celia – who is not bad at all.

Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue: Then

Chapter One: Connie

Chapter Two: Di Wade

Chapter Three: Connie

Chapter Four: Connie

Chapter Five: Then

Chapter Six: Connie

Chapter Seven: Di Wade

Chapter Eight: Connie

Chapter Nine: Connie

Chapter Ten: Then

Chapter Eleven: Connie

Chapter Twelve: Di Wade

Chapter Thirteen: Connie

Chapter Fourteen: Then

Chapter Fifteen: Connie

Chapter Sixteen: Connie

Chapter Seventeen: Di Wade

Chapter Eighteen: Connie

Chapter Nineteen: Then

Chapter Twenty: Connie

Chapter Twenty-One: Connie

Chapter Twenty-Two: Di Wade

Chapter Twenty-Three: Connie

Chapter Twenty-Four: Then

Chapter Twenty-Five: Connie

Chapter Twenty-Six: Connie

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Di Wade

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Connie

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Then

Chapter Thirty: Connie

Chapter Thirty-One: Connie

Chapter Thirty-Two: Di Wade

Chapter Thirty-Three: Connie

Chapter Thirty-Four: Then

Chapter Thirty-Five: Connie

Chapter Thirty-Six: Connie

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Di Wade

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Connie

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Then

Chapter Forty: Connie

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two: Connie

Chapter Forty-Three: Di Wade

Chapter Forty-Four: Connie

Chapter Forty-Five: Then

Chapter Forty-Six: Connie

Chapter Forty-Seven: Connie

Chapter Forty-Eight: Di Wade

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty: Connie

Chapter Fifty-One: Connie

Chapter Fifty-Two: Di Wade

Chapter Fifty-Three: Connie

Chapter Fifty-Four: Then

Chapter Fifty-Five: Connie

Chapter Fifty-Six: Connie

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Di Wade

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Connie

Chapter Sixty: Connie

Chapter Sixty-One: Di Wade

Chapter Sixty-Two: Connie

Chapter Sixty-Three: Brett

Chapter Sixty-Four: Connie

Chapter Sixty-Five: Connie

Chapter Sixty-Six: Then

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Connie

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Di Wade

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Connie

Chapter Seventy: Connie

Chapter Seventy-One: Brett

Chapter Seventy-Two: Connie

Chapter Seventy-Three: Connie

Chapter Seventy-Four: Connie

Chapter Seventy-Five: Di Wade

Chapter Seventy-Six: Connie

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Connie

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Di Wade

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Connie

Chapter Eighty: Connie

Chapter Eighty-One

Chapter Eighty-Two: Connie

Chapter Eighty-Three: Di Wade

Chapter Eighty-Four: Connie

Chapter Eighty-Five: Connie

Chapter Eighty-Six: Connie

Chapter Eighty-Seven: Then

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Connie

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Di Wade

Chapter Ninety: Connie

Chapter Ninety-One: Connie

Chapter Ninety-Two: Connie

Chapter Ninety-Three: Connie

Epilogue

Author’s Note

Acknowledgements

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About the Author

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About the Publisher

The heat pressed against her face.

On it. In it. Her cheeks felt like they were burning inside as well as out.

The little boy stood motionless beside her, his scorched pyjama bottoms trailing the pavement. His dark unblinking eyes stared up at the leaping flames erupting from the upper floor, then his attention turned to the bedroom window.

At the man screaming there.

She watched too, unable to drag her gaze away.

The man’s face seemed oddly distorted; like the famous painting she’d seen once: The Scream, wasn’t it? He banged against the windowpane, his mouth opening in a large O shape. The howl coming from the dark hole didn’t sound human. His hands were either side of his dripping face. Was it melting?

He disappeared from view.

The boy’s small hand slipped into hers. She snatched it away, and finally turned from the burning scene to look down at him.

‘What have you done?’

Monday 5 June

‘All right, Miss. Didn’t think I’d bump into you on the outside.’

Connie froze, the voice behind her instantly cooling the blood in her veins, despite the morning’s warmth. Her head dropped involuntarily, her bobbed, black hair falling forwards, creating a curtain on either side of her blanched face. She could pretend she hadn’t heard, carry on walking, but if she ignored him he might follow her. Slowly, she turned to face him.



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