Diane Jeffrey - He Will Find You - A nail-biting and emotional psychological suspense for 2018

Diane Jeffreygrew up in North Devon, in the UK. She lives in Lyon, France with her husband and their three children, Labrador, cat and kitten. He Will Find You is her second psychological thriller.

Diane is an English teacher. When she’s not working or writing, she likes swimming, running and reading. She loves chocolate, beer and holidays.

Above all, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends.

Readers can follow Diane on Twitter @dianefjeffrey or on Facebook.com/dianejeffreyauthor

‘A scorchingly good thriller’ Lisa Hall, bestselling author of Between You and Me

‘A tantalising and taut thriller with more twists and turns than a corkscrew.Red herrings swim all the way through it. An excellent page turner’ Sally (Goodreads)

‘This is a must read for anyone who lives to delve into psychological thrillers!’Linda Strong

‘With brilliant main characters and a wonderful plot, this book is a real page turner. I would highly recommend this book.’ Stephanie Collins

‘I absolutely adoredthis book.’ Lu Dex

‘Great book… keeps you guessing!! If you love twists and turnsthen this book if for you!’ Diane Merrit

‘With twists and turns that will wrong-foot you all the way, a dash of dark humour and a strong emotional punch, this is an excellent debutthat more than earns its place within the genre.’ S.J.I. Holliday, author of Black Wood

Those Who Lie

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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018

Copyright © Diane Jeffrey 2018

Diane Jeffrey asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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E-book Edition © August 2018 ISBN: 9780008297602

Version: 2018-07-11

Kaitlyn Best is stuck in a rut. So when she discovers she’s pregnant after a one-night stand with Alex, her school crush, she throws caution to the wind and accepts his offer to make a new life together in the depths of the Lake District, far from her home… and her demons.

He will find you.

But Alex is not what he seems. And when Kaitlyn’s world begins to crumble before her eyes, she realises she barely knows the man she has agreed to spend the rest of her life with.

Since Alex won’t tell her his secrets, Kaitlin vows to find them out for herself. But when she uncovers the truth, she realises she has made a terrible mistake…

Following her 2017 bestselling psychological thriller Those Who Lie , Diane Jeffrey is back with another chilling story of domestic suspense, perfect for fans of BA Paris and Sandie Jones.

Table of Contents

Cover

About the Author

Praise for Those Who Lie

Also by Diane Jeffrey

Title Page

Copyright

No Matter Where You Hide…

Dedication

Epigraph

2017

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

2019

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

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About the Publisher

For my three wonderful children, Benjamin, Amélie and Elise.

You make my world beautiful.

You don’t have to read this book, but if you do, please wait until you’re much older.

I love you,

Mummy xxx

“What the truth is and what we want as the truth are two separate things.

The former sheds light; the latter darkness.”

Unknown

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This can’t be it , I think, my heart sinking as I see it for the very first time. I pull in to the side of the country lane. Resting my arms over the steering wheel, I lean forwards and study the house through the windscreen. Even from this distance it appears austere. Isolated. Built in cold, dark grey stone, the building dominates the valley from the top of a steep gravel driveway. It is prison-like with its barred sash windows. It must be at least five times the size of the two-bedroom semi my boyfriend – ex-boyfriend – and I bought as our first home ten years ago in Minehead.

I look to the right, observing the lush green grass speckled black and white with sheep, and beyond that the blue-brown water of Lake Grasmere. I’m struck by how incongruous this residence seems against the surrounding countryside. This isn’t the right place. But a quick glance at the black and white chequered flag on the satnav screen confirms that I have arrived at my destination. Even so, I remain hopeful that the right house might be situated a few metres further along the road until I see the slate sign on the wooden gate. The Old Vicarage .

I can’t quite believe it. It has taken me nearly eight hours to drive all this way, but I’m here at last. The Old Vicarage, my new home. I’ve left everything and everyone I know; I’ve left my whole life behind in Somerset. Here I am, moving to a region I’ve never visited, into a house I haven’t laid eyes on before. This is the start of a new existence for me. It should be exciting, but I feel so scared. Butterflies are hurtling around in my stomach. It’s only to be expected, I suppose. This is such a monumental change.

As I get out of the car to open the gate, I notice a mailbox. To my surprise, my name is on it. He has handwritten it on a scrap of white paper and stuck it next to his own name, engraved on the rectangular metal plate. It must have rained since it was added because the ink has run slightly where the Sellotape has come away. I can still make out my name, though. KAITLYN BEST. But even that is about to change.

There is a cattle grid and I’m careful walking over it as I push the gate open. I have to get out of the car again to close the gate once I’ve driven through it. It’s only then that I realise how cold it is outside this evening. Even as I shiver, I can’t help but admire the view of the fields and the lake. The daylight is fading fast now, but the scene is breathtaking. I could get used to this place.