‘Do you remember that old house we used to play in? The one we called the Scooby-Doo house? I think we saw a murder there!’ When Jenny’s childhood friend turns up out of the blue, claiming that they witnessed a murder when they were just ten years old, she initially dismisses it as nonsense. You wouldn’t forget a thing like that! But Claire is persuasive, and Jenny reluctantly agrees to help find out if something really did happen on that summer day in the grounds of the decaying country house. But the more time she spends with Claire, the more uneasy she becomes. How well does she really know her former friend? What has happened to her in those missing years? Is she obsessed, delusional? Jenny finds herself torn between a nostalgic loyalty to the girl she used to idolise, and a growing suspicion that Claire is mentally unstable. As she gets sucked deeper and deeper into the mystery, cracks in her marriage appear and Jenny’s comfortable suburban life begins to spin out of control. But what if Claire isn’t crazy? What if a murder really was committed on that long-ago day? And by hunting the truth, could the two women find themselves instead becoming the hunted? “This cleverly-plotted, compelling thriller sweeps the reader from urban Yorkshire to the wild cliffs of Orkney.” Sheila Carrodus “A modern thriller that will draw you into its mystery from the first page.” Susan Pierrot