When Jennifer tries to confront the mother of a bully, she is told to mind her own business.

One day later and Jennifer is driving to pick up her daughter from football practice. It’s a dark December night and the rain is thumping down.

It’s only a second, a ding of a phone, and, in the moment Jennifer turns away, she hits a woman who is walking on the road.

It’s an awful lapse of judgement but there, down in the verge below, lies the unconscious and battered body of the woman with whom she was arguing.

The area is clear, her car undamaged. Jennifer knows she should stop and call the emergency services…but what will happen to her if she does?

Hours later, Jennifer has fled the scene and is riddled with guilt. Then a text message arrives that can only make things worse: ’I know what you did’.


The envelope is waiting on the mat when Hope gets home from a weekly big shop. Her name is written on the front in neat capital letters but there’s no stamp and no postmark.

The only thing inside is a newspaper cutting from thirty-four years before. It’s a story is about an infant named Jane, who was snatched from the back seat of a car.

Hope almost dismisses it – except that there’s something about the photo of the stolen girl. Jane is missing a part of her left ear…in the exact same place that Hope is missing a part of hers.

The longer Hope stares at the photo, the more a horrible possibility swirls into view, leaving her to ask herself the barely comprehensible question.
Is this stolen child…me?


Harry, Richard and Paige were inseparable as teenagers; bonded by friendship, living next door to each other – and, eventually, a terrible, unforgettable discovery.

Almost twenty years on and they have gone their own ways in the world.

It’s a cold, winter morning when Harry’s phone rings. Paige’s name is on the screen, a reminder that they haven’t spoken in a long time.

Richard, now a quiet, unassuming accountant, has been arrested for murdering one of their old teachers. They were seen arguing in the hours before the death.

Paige asks if Harry can come home – because, with Richard suspected of one murder, people are now wondering if that their terrible, unforgettable discovery of the past was quite so coincidental after all…


A girl has been left for dead – and now my husband is missing.

‘I can give you a lift home,’ the man says. Little Alice tightens the zip of her big red coat. She’s unsure, but the walk will be cold and dark. ‘I’m not supposed to get in a stranger’s car.’ He forces a smile. ‘I’m not a proper stranger, am I?’

I return home on a chilly winter evening expecting to find my husband, Richard, waiting for me. Marrying him and moving to such a beautiful house in this cosy village is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

He usually comes straight back from work. But, tonight, our antique clock ticks on through the wintry evening, with no sign of him.

Then a knock at the door changes everything.

A 12-year-old-girl, Alice from the village, has been left for dead in the field near our house. They say she was last seen getting into Richard’s car.

As Alice fights for her life in hospital, villagers don’t bother to hire their whispering. There’s always been gossip about our age gap – plus the death of his first wife years ago. Now there’s this.

Is everyone right?
Have they always been?
Is my husband on the run?

And then there’s me, with that long-buried secret which, if the police look hard enough, might finally come back to haunt me.


Wheeling my suitcase down the familiar, hedge-lined street, I smile at the sound of children playing in the park nearby. Suddenly, there’s a screech of car brakes. I rush over to see a bent bike wheel sticking out of the ditch, and underneath, a little boy…

As I turn the rusty key in the lock of the house I grew up in, memories flood back. None of them happy. I never told anyone why I left home twenty years ago, and all I want is to sort out Dad’s funeral as quickly as possible.

Now I’m trapped here, the only witness to a terrible incident that has left an eight-year-old boy fighting for his life. But after a lifetime trying to forget my past, I don’t know if I can trust my memory, or be totally sure of what I saw today.

Sorting through Dad’s things one night – shopping lists in his curly handwriting, piles of old newspapers, dusty sports trophies – I think I hear the back door handle rattle. I tiptoe downstairs, past an open window I’m sure I locked. And a figure darts across the overgrown garden.

Someone is watching me. Someone who knows I’m the only one who saw what happened to little Ethan… or could they know the real reason why I left? Either way, I’m certain that coming back was my biggest mistake. I can’t leave, but the longer I stay, the more danger I’m in…


The ultimate he said/she said thriller about a perfect family trip gone terribly wrong.

After the accident which tore apart her family, Emma is shocked to be invited away to a beautiful Mediterranean island – but when her mother calls her out of the blue, wanting to make amends, she can’t say no.

Julius hasn’t seen his sister Emma in years. Although he can’t ever trust her again after what she did, he’s willing to put their differences aside for the sake of their elderly parents.

Despite what happened in the past, everything is going surprisingly well – days spent sipping sangria by the pool, evenings spent forcing smiles at the dinner table – until the night Julius and Emma’s father is attacked on the beach and left for dead on the sand.

She says: Nobody would benefit from our father’s death more than Julius.
He says: We all know what Emma’s capable of. And no-one knows where she was that night.
She says: He’s always been a liar.
He says: She looked me in the eye and told me she wanted our father dead.

Everyone is lying about what happened on the beach that hot summer night. And when the truth is revealed, it will be more shocking than either of them ever imagined.


Samuel is fourteen years old. He lives with his mother in a Manchester flat, goes to school, plays on his computer, reads books and likes the same things that most other teenagers do.

He’s also blind.

And he’s the only witness when his mother is attacked in their own home late one night.

With his hopes hung firmly on her and only his witness statement to go on, DI Jessica Daniel is facing an uphill battle to begin with – and that’s before an unidentified man with a ropey tattoo shows up in a gutter with his head kicked in.

Something strange is happening in Jessica’s team. Someone close to her has a secret – and when it comes out, everything is going to change.



I pinch the screen to zoom until I’m staring at the face of a ghost. A man with very short hair, staring directly at the camera with piercing brown eyes.

He is as he was when I last saw him: wrinkles around the corners of the eyes and a knowing smirk. That’s the expression I see when I can’t sleep.

My body tenses. It can’t be him. It’s not my ex-husband. It’s not David.

I know that better than anyone because he didn’t walk out on me.

He didn’t disappear two years ago and he’s not a missing person.

I know that for a fact because I’m the one who killed him.