The Hunting Party: Get ready for the most gripping, hotly-anticipated crime thriller of 2018

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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018

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Source ISBN: 9780008297114

Ebook Edition © December 2018 ISBN: 9780008297138

Version: 2018-11-01

For AC, my partner in crime.

Should old acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind?

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Three days earlier: 30th December 2018 – Emma

Katie

Doug

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Three days earlier: 30th December 2018 – Miranda

Emma

Katie

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Three days earlier: 30th December 2018 – Miranda

Emma

Doug

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Three days earlier: 30th December 2018 – Emma

Miranda

Katie

Doug

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Three days earlier: 30th December 2018 – Katie

Miranda

Doug

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Two days earlier: New Year’s Eve 2018 – Emma

Miranda

Katie

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Two days earlier: New Year’s Eve 2018 – Miranda

Katie

Doug

Emma

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Two days earlier: New Year’s Eve 2018 – Katie

Emma

Miranda

Doug

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

One day earlier: New Year’s Day 2019 – Emma

Miranda

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

One day earlier: New Year’s Day 2019 – Miranda

Katie

Miranda

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

One day earlier: New Year’s Day 2019 – Katie

Doug

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

One day earlier: New Year’s Day 2019 – Katie

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

One day earlier: New Year’s Day 2019 – Miranda

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

One day earlier: New Year’s Day 2019 – Miranda

Emma

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

One day earlier: New Year’s Day 2019 – Miranda

Emma

Now: 2nd January 2019 – Heather

Emma

Katie

Doug

Epilogue

Heather

Katie

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Also by Lucy Foley

About the Publisher

I see a man coming through the falling snow. From a distance through the curtain of white he looks hardly human, like a shadow figure.

As he nears me I see that it is Doug, the gamekeeper.

He is hurrying towards the Lodge, I realise, trying to run. But the fallen, falling snow hampers him. He stumbles with each step. Something bad. I know this without being able to see his face.

As he comes closer I see that his features are frozen with shock. I know this look. I have seen it before. This is the expression of someone who has witnessed something horrific, beyond the bounds of normal human experience.

I open the door of the Lodge, let him in. He brings with him a rush of freezing air, a spill of snow.

‘What’s happened?’ I ask him.

There is a moment – a long pause – in which he tries to catch his breath. But his eyes tell the story before he can, a mute communication of horror.

Finally, he speaks. ‘I’ve found the missing guest.’

‘Well, that’s great,’ I say. ‘Where—’

He shakes his head, and I feel the question expire on my lips.

‘I found a body.’

New Year. All of us together for the first time in ages. Me and Mark, Miranda and Julien, Nick and Bo, Samira and Giles, their six-month old baby, Priya. And Katie.

Four days in a winter Highland wilderness. Loch Corrin, it’s called. Very exclusive: they only let four parties stay there each year – the rest of the time it’s kept as a private residence. This time of year, as you might guess, is the most popular. I had to reserve it pretty much the day after New Year last year, as soon as the bookings opened up. The woman I spoke with assured me that with our group taking over most of the accommodation we should have the whole place to ourselves.