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I DARE YOU
Sam Carrington
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019
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PRAISE FOR SAM CARRINGTON
‘Sam Carrington has done it again. One Little Lie is a twisty, gripping read. I loved it.’
Cass Green, bestselling author of In a Cottage In a Wood
‘Expertly written … with plentiful twists and unforgettable characters. An insightful and unnerving read.’
Caroline Mitchell, bestselling author of Silent Victim
‘A kick-ass page turner … I was knocked senseless by the awesome twist.’
John Marrs, #1 bestselling author of The One
‘I LOVED Bad Sister. Tense, convincing and complex, it kept me guessing (wrongly!)’
Caz Frear, bestselling author of Sweet Little Lies
‘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, bestselling author of The Sister
‘How do you support victims of crime when you live with unresolved mysteries of your own? Psychologist Connie Summers is a fascinatingly flesh-and-blood guide through this twisty thriller.’
Louise Candlish, Sunday Times bestselling author of Our House
‘Keeps you guessing right to the end’
Sue Fortin, author of Schoolgirl Missing
‘I read One Little Lie in one greedy gulp. A compelling thriller about the dark side of maternal instinct and love – I couldn’t put it down!’
Isabel Ashdown, author of Beautiful Liars
‘A gripping read which moved at a head-spinning pace … I simply couldn’t put this book down until I reached the dramatic and devastating conclusion.’
Claire Allan, USA Today bestselling author of Her Name Was Rose
‘I was fascinated by the cleverly written threads linking the psychologist, police, criminal and victim. Utterly original and thought provoking … This cries out to be made into a TV series.’
Amanda Robson, Sunday Times bestselling author of Guilt
‘Engrossing psychological suspense about the effect of a murder on the mother of a teenage killer. Sam Carrington had me hooked!’
Emma Curtis, bestselling author of One Little Mistake
Dedication
For Doug
Chill out. You’ll live longer.
Epigraph
Ginger, Ginger broke a winder
Hit the winder – crack!
The baker came out to give ’im a clout
And landed on his back
– 19th-century British nursery rhyme which is believed to have given rise to the childhood prank game Knock, Knock, Ginger (also known as Knock Down, Ginger and other regional variations)
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Praise for Sam Carrington
Dedication
Epigraph
Prologue: 1989
Chapter One: 2019: Anna
Chapter Two: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Three: 1989: Bovey Police Station, outskirts of Mapledon
Chapter Four: 2019: Anna
Chapter Five: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Six: 1989: Bovey Police Station
Chapter Seven: 2019: Anna
Chapter Eight: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Nine: 1989: Bovey Police Station
Chapter Ten: 2019: Anna
Chapter Eleven: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Twelve: 1989: Brook Cottage Store, Mapledon
Chapter Thirteen: 2019: Anna
Chapter Fourteen: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Fifteen: 1989: Mapledon
Chapter Sixteen: 2019: Anna
Chapter Seventeen: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Eighteen: 1989: Mapledon
Chapter Nineteen: 2019: Anna
Chapter Twenty: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Twenty-One: 1989: Blackstone Close
Chapter Twenty-Two: 2019: Anna
Chapter Twenty-Three: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Twenty-Four: 1989: Fisher residence
Chapter Twenty-Five: 2019: Anna
Chapter Twenty-Six: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Twenty-Seven: 1989: Hayes residence
Chapter Twenty-Eight: 2019: Anna
Chapter Twenty-Nine: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Thirty: 1989: Blackstone Close
Chapter Thirty-One: 2019: Anna
Chapter Thirty-Two: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Thirty-Three: 1989: Mapledon Church
Chapter Thirty-Four: 2019: Anna
Chapter Thirty-Five: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Thirty-Six: 1989: Blackstone Close
Chapter Thirty-Seven: 2019: Anna
Chapter Thirty-Eight: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Thirty-Nine: 1989: Blackstone Close
Chapter Forty: 2019: Anna
Chapter Forty-One: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Forty-Two: 1989: Mapledon Churchyard
Chapter Forty-Three: 2019: Anna
Chapter Forty-Four: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Forty-Five: 1989: Fisher residence
Chapter Forty-Six: 2019: Anna
Chapter Forty-Seven: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Forty-Eight: 1989: Mapledon Park
Chapter Forty-Nine: 2019: Anna
Chapter Fifty: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Fifty-One: 1989: Brook Cottage Store
Chapter Fifty-Two: 2019: Anna
Chapter Fifty-Three: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Fifty-Four: 1989: Mapledon Primary School
Chapter Fifty-Five: 2019: Anna
Chapter Fifty-Six: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Fifty-Seven: 1989: Mapledon
Chapter Fifty-Eight: 2019: Anna
Chapter Fifty-Nine: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Sixty: 1989: The Plough, Mapledon
Chapter Sixty-One: 2019: Anna
Chapter Sixty-Two: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Sixty-Three: 1989: Hayes residence
Chapter Sixty-Four: 2019: Anna
Chapter Sixty-Five: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Sixty-Six: 1989: Fisher residence
Chapter Sixty-Seven: 2019: Anna
Chapter Sixty-Eight: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Sixty-Nine: 1989: Brook Cottage Store
Chapter Seventy: 2019: Anna
Chapter Seventy-One: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Seventy-Two: 1989: Mapledon Church
Chapter Seventy-Three: 2019: Anna
Chapter Seventy-Four: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Seventy-Five: 1989: Inside Billy’s truck
Chapter Seventy-Six: 2019: Anna
Chapter Seventy-Seven: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Seventy-Eight: 1989: Fisher residence
Chapter Seventy-Nine: 2019: Anna
Chapter Eighty: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Eighty-One: 1989: Fisher residence
Chapter Eighty-Two: 2019: Anna
Chapter Eighty-Three: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Eighty-Four: 1989: The Mapledon Meeting
Chapter Eighty-Five: 2019: Anna
Chapter Eighty-Six: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Eighty-Seven: 1989: En route to Bovey Police Station
Chapter Eighty-Eight: 2019: Anna
Chapter Eighty-Nine: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Ninety: 2019: Eric
Chapter Ninety-One: 2019: Anna
Chapter Ninety-Two: 1989: A roadside in Mapledon
Chapter Ninety-Three: 1989: Fisher residence
Chapter Ninety-Four: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Ninety-Five: 2019: Anna
Chapter Ninety-Six: 1989: Outskirts of Mapledon
Chapter Ninety-Seven: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter Ninety-Eight: 2019: Eric
Chapter Ninety-Nine: 2019: Anna
Chapter One Hundred: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter One Hundred and One: 2019: Eric
Chapter One Hundred and Two: 2019: Anna
Chapter One Hundred and Three: 2019: Lizzie
Chapter One Hundred and Four: 1989: Bella
Chapter One Hundred and Five: 2019: Anna
Epilogue: 2019: Mapledon Church
Acknowledgements
Keep Reading …
About the Author
By the Same Author
About the Publisher
Prologue
1989
‘Go on, Bella – do it now!’ the girl hissed. She slapped both hands over her mouth to prevent her near-hysterical laughter carrying across the man’s garden and alerting him to their presence.
Bella whipped her head around, her golden hair sweeping across her back like a closing curtain, and looked at her friend. ‘I don’t want to.’ Her voice was a broken whisper as tears threatened.
‘Don’t be a baby all your life. It’s just a silly game. He can’t even see you, I promise.’ The girl dared to edge out slightly from her hiding place behind the metal dustbin at the front of the garden, out of direct eye-line of the kitchen window.
The one he was at.
Bella followed her friend’s gaze. The man, his upper body filling the frame, stared out – his eyes like black slits, lost beneath bushy eyebrows.
The girl shrank down lower still. Bella knew her friend didn’t want to be the one caught out. She’d done her dare yesterday and succeeded. It was Bella’s turn now.
‘This is a stupid game,’ Bella said, moving forwards, her shoulders slumped, until she reached the bungalow. She pushed herself flat against the wall; the hard-stippled surface dug into the backs of her bare legs. She stood stock-still – only her eyes moved as she sought out her friend. She glared at her, silently begging to be let off the dare.
‘Creepy Cawley, Creepy Cawley,’ the other girl chanted, her tone hushed but loud enough to send chills down Bella’s spine; her legs began to shake, her fear visible. She wished she’d worn her corduroy trousers now, not the stupid cotton shorts again. It’s just a game, no need to be scared. But, despite trying to calm herself, her mum’s words of warning rang in her ears: You must never go near Mr Cawley. Ever. Do you understand? She’d said the police had been called lots of times because of kids trespassing on his property, annoying him. Terrorising him. Those were the words her mum had used. Bella closed her eyes tight, remembering how her mum had put one hand on her hip, holding the finger of her other hand out, wagging it like a metronome as she spoke in a stern voice: ‘It’s important you listen, Bella. To every word I say.’
Her mum said that one day someone would get hurt.
Bella didn’t want that day to be today, or for her to be the someone getting hurt.
‘You’re almost there! Go on!’
‘But it’s not nice.’ Bella’s voice susurrated through her gritted teeth.
‘Don’t be a chicken. I won’t play with you anymore if you don’t do it.’
Bella’s eyes, glassy with tears, travelled to the door. It was only a few feet away. But it seemed like the longest journey she would ever make.
Taking a deep breath, she lunged and ran, crashing against the door accidentally as her legs turned to jelly. In her fright, she almost bolted without completing the dare, but with her friend’s high-pitched screech hurtling across the garden, shouting, ‘Knock on the door, idiot!’ Bella did as she was told.
Two hard knocks later, her knuckles stinging, she was done.
The two girls ran – squealing with a mixture of exhilaration and terror – out of Creepy Cawley’s garden, out of the cul-de-sac and into the road leading back to their street.
Billy Cawley smiled as he watched their retreat.
They’d be back.
And next time he’d be ready.
Next time, he’d live up to his nickname and give them a real reason to scream.
Chapter One
2019
Anna
Friday 12th July
Anna replaced the receiver, forcibly tucked her hair behind her ears, and walked out of the secretary’s office without conversation. It wasn’t the first time her mother had phoned her at work, but it was one of the more worrying calls. She was determined not to pander to her, though – she’d responded to Muriel’s demands to leave right away by pointing out she had a responsibility for the children and it was only another hour until the bell. Then she would begin the journey down to Mapledon.
To the house where she grew up.
The one she’d longed to leave way before she had the means to do so.
‘Mrs Denver, Charlie is throwing the papier-mâché gloop everywhere!’
The shrill whine of the child brought Anna out of her thoughts.
‘He is going to have to clear up the mess he’s made, then, isn’t he?’ She placed her hand on the seven-year-old’s shoulders and guided her back to the classroom. Leaving her class unattended, even for a matter of minutes, was never a good idea – and especially on the final day of the term when all the children were hyped up ready for the summer break. ‘A spirited bunch’ was how the head teacher described them. Anna, whilst agreeing, also thought a few of them were just plain naughty. She’d never have allowed Carrie to act up like that – she expected more from her daughter – whether as a result of teaching other people’s children and witnessing their sometimes unruly behaviour, or as a result of her own strict upbringing, she couldn’t ascertain. It was a case of the chicken or the egg.
Having finally paired all the children with their respective adults, Anna flitted around the classroom clearing away the activities, tutting at the globs of slushy, sticky newspaper remnants now clinging to the tables like shit to a blanket. As she picked at some of the hardened paper, Muriel’s words played out in her head.
Something’s wrong, Anna. Something is very wrong.
Anna had sighed at her mother’s words, wondering what melodrama was about to unfold. But her gut had twisted as Muriel carried on with her story.
Now, washing and drying her hands with the small, rough towel, Anna decided she’d have to ring James and get him to have Carrie for the night despite it not being his turn. The journey to Mapledon would only take two hours or so from Bristol, but she didn’t want to take Carrie there – didn’t want her dragged into whatever was going on. If anything. Her mother could be over-reacting. When Anna was growing up that’d been her MO – even before Anna’s father had left and then more so when old-age shenanigans took over. But just in case, it would be better to go alone.
Grabbing her bag, she shouted goodbye to the remaining teachers, swept out of the building and climbed into her car. Her blue Escort spluttered into life and she drove out of the school gate. With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she turned right, joining the traffic that would take her to the M5.
Her mother’s words continued to repeat themselves inside her mind as she drove:
There was such a racket at the front of the house, it scared me half to death. When I mustered the courage to go out there, I found it.
Found what, Mum?
The doll’s head. Hammered to my front door.
Chapter Two
2019
Lizzie
The envelope, its corner peeping out from within the clump of mail she’d shoved behind the purple key pot – the one neither of them actually used for their keys, preferring instead to spend stressful minutes searching for the last place they’d flung them – glared at her like an accusation. Lizzie snatched it up, then slammed it down on the counter, taking a step back as though it were a dangerous object about to inflict harm.
Something told her it would do her harm. Its content, anyway. Mentally, not physically. She knew physical pain, had endured years of it growing up in various care homes. She could cope with that; was hardened to it. Her mental well-being had never caught up, though. That was still fragile, like butterfly wings – delicate, prone to breaking. She had to guard herself from outside factors.
Guard herself from the words the envelope held within.
She’d ignored it for as long as possible. Hidden it from Dom. Tried to forget about it. She should’ve ripped it up and binned it. Why hadn’t she? Sleep had been impossible, her thoughts, her imagination, keeping her awake hour after hour. She knew this had to be done.
Taking the envelope once again, she stared at the postmark. At the logo. It was definitely from the solicitor.
It’d happened thirty years ago. Lizzie had only been eight years old, but some memories never faded. Some intensified with age. There was much she didn’t remember – but those gaps had often been filled in for her by the people in the children’s home. Carers, teachers, the other kids – they’d all had something to say about it.
A sour taste filled Lizzie’s mouth as saliva flooded it.
She had to face this.
Tearing open the envelope before she could change her mind again, she pulled the crisp, white, headed paper from it.
Dear Mrs Brenfield,
As per your request, I write to inform you that Mr William Cawley is to be released from HMP Baymead, Devon, on the 9th July 2019.
Lizzie’s vision blurred, her grip loosened. Before she could read on, the paper fell to the ground.
Creepy Cawley had been released from his thirty-year sentence three days ago.
He was a free man.
Chapter Three
1989
Bovey Police Station, outskirts of Mapledon
Friday 21st July – 36 hours after the incident
Shock covered her face with a white mask. She didn’t remember how she’d come to be there, standing alongside her mother, whose long, thin arm formed a tight band around her shoulders. Protective, yet angry at the same time.
‘I’d told her. Told them. Warned them.’ Her mother’s voice was clipped, spoken in such a way as to make her seem out of breath. Maybe she was in shock, too.
‘I’m sure you did what you could,’ police officer Vern said. ‘As a parent myself, I know how difficult it is to keep your eyes on your children all the time. You have to give them some freedom, and as you say, it’s a small village – you don’t expect something like this to happen.’
‘No. No, you don’t,’ she agreed, her head shaking from side to side.
‘I’m sorry to have to keep you, I know you’d like to get your daughter back home, but I do need to speak with her. Try to get a fuller picture – a timeframe of events. It’s crucial we don’t waste any more time … You understand, don’t you?’
Her mother looked down at her as the officer spoke. A tingling feeling spread through her, reaching her fingertips, making them feel as though they were on fire. There was something in the tone of the policeman’s voice – a hidden meaning she couldn’t grasp. But by the look on her mother’s face, she knew it was bad. It was all bad. And now she’d have to tell them what had happened. What she’d caused to happen.
It was all her fault. She’d get the blame for it all.
