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say nothing, and go on worrying. That’s not a good way to start a marriage.’
    ‘You still want to get married?’
    ‘Of course I do!’
    ‘Even though I doubted you?’
    ‘Come on,’ Emma said, patting Dan on the thigh and getting to her feet. ‘I’ll race you to the sea. Last one there has to sit with my mad Aunty Ruth at the reception.’
    They sprinted towards the water’s edge, unaware that they were being watched.
     
     
    ***
     
     
    Will took a beer out of the fridge, flicked on the television and flopped down onto the sofa. He was on a high. What an amazing day. And Amy was such an amazing girl. In many ways, the trip on the London Eye had been just as terrifying as the encounter with the spider. But likewise, to take on and conquer his fear of heights was equally fantastic. Initially, as the pod had begun to rise, he’d felt paralysed with fear of what was to come, and just wanted to get off. But by the time they reached the top of the wheel he had really started to enjoy himself, although his palms remained slick with sweat. The view that the wheel afforded was spectacular – London spread out before him like a toy town – with the Palace of Westminster down below, glinting in the sun. Again, Amy had been the spur, challenging him to do things he had shied away from all his life. He’d never met anyone like her before. Least of all, someone like her who seemed to like him – he’d never had the best luck in the romance department.
    He hoped she would stick around.
    He took a swig from the bottle and channel-hopped. He could see himself marrying her. Although it was of course very early days, and there was no way on earth that he would admit such a thing to Amy. Surely something like that would send her running for the hills. He didn’t even know if she agreed with marriage, or wanted children, or –
    Stop it.
    But why not wallow in the joy of the moment? After all, it might be the real deal. And if it wasn’t, then it was still better to enjoy it while it lasted. Amy’s life philosophy was definitely rubbing off on him. To think he used to be such a pessimistic idiot.
    The buzzer sounded at ten past seven, just as he was preparing a microwave pasta meal. It was Lizzy.
    ‘Hi, Lizzy,’ he said, as she entered the flat. ‘You okay?’
    ‘I need to ask you something.’ She took a seat and avoided the pleasantries. ‘It’s going to sound weird, I know it is, but I just need to ask you.’
    Will sat down opposite her. It already sounded weird. And she looked spooked. It brought back bad memories of those awful couple of weeks, just one short month ago. ‘What’s the matter?’
    Lizzy gathered her thoughts. ‘That reporter, Adrian Spencer, has he spoken to you today?’
    ‘No. Not since I told him to get lost, what, maybe three days ago, the last time he phoned me up. Has he been bothering you again?’
    ‘He followed me onto the bus this morning.’
    Will was aghast. ‘What? That’s terrible – he’s stalking you. He’s really stepped over the line. I hope you told him where to go.’
    ‘I did. But then he told me something.’
    Will didn’t like the sound of this. ‘Go on.’
    She cleared her throat. ‘I don’t quite know how to say this,’ she began. ‘Err… when… you…’
    ‘Lizzy, you’re really worrying me.’
    ‘He’s spoken with Peter Myers,’ she blurted out. ‘In the past week – to gather information for the article.’
    Suddenly Will thought he knew what this was all about, and his stomach started to drop. ‘Did he tell him about what I did? He told Adrian Spencer about me and Stephen Myers?’
    They had all wondered why Peter Myers had not told the police about Will’s involvement in his son’s death. One theory was that he was just waiting for the right time. Another, that for as long as he held on to the secret, he felt he would still have some power over them. Will didn’t really doubt that one day he would have to answer to the police for what he