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It was as if a lightbulb had switched on in Wendy’s head. It all made sense now. Connor luring Matthew to the woods, coming out with clean clothes apart from a bit of mud on his trainers. He hadn’t had to do a thing. Not really. Just get Matthew there, keep quiet, and net twenty-five grand.
But there were questions left unanswered. Why were Connor’s prints on the knife? How did it end up in the wheelie bin? Why did Connor agree to keep Clive’s secret?
‘What happened, Clive?’ Wendy asked.
‘I knew I had to do something. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew it had to be me who did it. The more people who were involved, the more likely it was someone would spill the beans. I had to keep it to myself. I couldn’t have anyone else involved. I got Matthew’s number from Jenny’s p
