The Girl in the Water
The jaw-dropping new psychological thriller from the best selling author of The Boy in the ParkAmber is happy, she loves her husband David and their dog Sadie, she even loves her job as a junior editor on a local newspaper. But when the body of a young woman is found in a stretch of river near her home, Amber’s world begins to implode.The headaches that she has been struggling with seem to intensify and Amber begins to doubt her husband, why doesn’t he want to probe deeper into the story and why does she seem to have such a shaky hold on her own thoughts and memories?Amber begins to question everything she believes in and as she starts to probe deeper, her discovery will bring her ever closer to home…
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First published in Great Britain by Killer Reads 2019
Copyright © A J Grayson 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008321024
Ebook Edition © July 2019 ISBN: 9780008321031
Version: 2019-03-04
To those who have suffered:
A tribute
For David who didn’t make it: the fondest of memories.
And for Rachael, once again.
Don’t give up.
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Part One
Beginnings
Chapter 1. Amber
Chapter 2. Amber
Chapter 3. David
Chapter 4. Amber
Chapter 5. David
Chapter 6. Amber
Chapter 7. David
Chapter 8. Amber
Chapter 9. Amber
Chapter 10. David
Chapter 11
Chapter 12. Amber
Chapter 13. David
Chapter 14. Amber
Chapter 15. Amber
Chapter 16. David
Chapter 17. Amber
Chapter 18
Chapter 19. Amber
Chapter 20
Chapter 21. Amber
Chapter 22. Amber
Part Two
Twenty-Three Years Ago
Chapter 23. David, Aged 17 With The Counsellor
Chapter 24. David With The Admissions Officer
Chapter 25. David
Part Three
The Present
Chapter 26
Chapter 27. Amber
Chapter 28. Amber
Chapter 29. David
Chapter 30
Chapter 31. Amber
Chapter 32. Amber
Chapter 33
Chapter 34. Amber
Chapter 35. Amber
Chapter 36. Amber
Chapter 37. Amber
Part Four
Two-and-a-Half Years Ago
Chapter 38. David
Chapter 39. David
Chapter 40. David
Chapter 41. David
Chapter 42. David
Part Five
The Present
Chapter 43. Amber
Chapter 44. Amber
Chapter 45
Chapter 46. Amber
Chapter 47. Amber
Chapter 48. Amber
Chapter 49. Amber
Chapter 50. David
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53. Amber
Chapter 54. Amber
Chapter 55. Amber
Chapter 56. Amber
Part Six
New Lives
Chapter 57. David
Chapter 58. David
Chapter 59. David
Chapter 60. Emma Fairfax
Chapter 61. Amber
Chapter 62. David
Part Seven
Finale
Chapter 63. Amber
Chapter 64. David
Chapter 65. Amber
Chapter 66. Amber
Chapter 67. Amber
Chapter 68. Amber
Chapter 69. Amber
Chapter 70. David
Chapter 71. Amber
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by AJ Grayson
About the Publisher
He’s hiding something from me. I know he is. He’s hiding something, and it’s going to change everything.
There’s nothing I can pinpoint; no concrete, indisputable fact that makes this a certainty, but I’m certain all the same.
He’s lying. And he’s never done that before.
I’m not sure what to make of it. It could be nothing. Could even be good. Men hide things, usually because they’re cowards, but sometimes because they think we want them to. They consider it wit. Maybe he’s hiding a necklace. Or earrings. Or tickets for a surprise holiday, maybe back to the coast again. He knows I always like the coast, especially in the springtime.
But I don’t really think it’s any of those, not if I’m honest. My skin is a pepper of fire and suspicion.
His briefcase is in the walk-in closet of our little bedroom. I know it’s always locked, off limits, but he never holes it away or tries to conceal it. Yet today I found it, unprompted – a pair of synthetically shiny gym shorts slung over the top, as if this would somehow mask its shape. As if I wouldn’t be able to see.
