C.L. Taylor - The Accident - The bestselling psychological thriller

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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2014

Copyright © C.L. Taylor 2014

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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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Source ISBN: 9780007540037

Ebook Edition © April 2014 ISBN: 9780007542703

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Elizabeth Haynes

‘A gripping and disturbing psychological thriller.’

Clare Mackintosh

‘As with all her books, C. L. Taylor delivers real pace, and it’s a story that keeps calling the reader back – so much so that I read it from cover to cover in one day.’

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‘A dark and gripping read that engrossed me from start to finish.’

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‘Kept me guessing till the end.’

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‘5/5 stars – Spine-chilling!’

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‘An excellent psychological thriller.’

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‘Packed with twists and turns, this brilliantly tense thriller will get your blood pumping.’

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‘Fast-paced, tense and atmospheric, a guaranteed bestseller.’

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‘A real page-turner … creepy, horrifying and twisty. You have no idea which characters you can trust, and the result is intriguing, scary and extremely gripping.’

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‘A compelling, addictive and wonderfully written tale. Can’t recommend it enough.’

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For Chris Hall

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Praise for C.L. Taylor

Dedication

Chapter 1

Friday 2nd September 1990

Chapter 2

Sunday 4th September 1990

Chapter 3

Wednesday 6th September 1990

Chapter 4

Saturday 9th September 1990

Chapter 5

Saturday 30th September 1990

Chapter 6

Friday 13th October 1990

Chapter 7

Sunday 15th October 1990

Chapter 8

Tuesday 18th October 1990

Chapter 9

Saturday 21st October 1990

Chapter 10

Tuesday 24th October 1990

Chapter 11

Saturday 18th November 1990

Chapter 12

Sunday 17th December 1990

Chapter 13

Wednesday 20th December 1990

Chapter 14

Saturday 4th January 1991

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Sunday 1st April 1991

Chapter 17

Saturday 7th April 1991

Chapter 18

Thursday 31st May 1991

Chapter 19

Friday 8th June 1991

Chapter 20

Wednesday 27th June 1991

Chapter 21

Thursday 21st May 1992

Chapter 22

Wednesday 12th August 1992

Chapter 23

Friday 23rd October 1992

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Acknowledgements

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Coma. There’s something innocuous about the word, soothing almost in the way it conjures up the image of a dreamless sleep. Only Charlotte doesn’t look as though she’s sleeping to me. There’s no soft heaviness to her closed eyelids. No curled fist pressed up against her temple. No warm breath escaping from her slightly parted lips. There is nothing peaceful at all about the way her body lies, prostrate, on the duvet-less bed, a clear tracheostomy tube snaking its way out of her neck, her chest polka-dotted with multicoloured electrodes.

The heart monitor in the corner of the room bleep-bleep-bleeps, marking the passage of time like a medical metronome and I close my eyes. If I concentrate hard enough I can transform the unnatural chirping into the reassuring tick-tick-tick of the grandfather clock in our living room. Fifteen years fall away in an instant and I am twenty-eight again, cradling baby Charlotte to my shoulder, her slumbering face pressed into the nook of my neck, her tiny heart out-beating mine, even in sleep. Back then it was so much easier to keep her safe.

‘Sue?’ There is a hand on my shoulder, heavy, dragging me back into the stark hospital room and my arms are empty again, save the handbag I clutch to my chest. ‘Would you like a cup of tea?’

I shake my head then instantly change my mind. ‘Actually, yes.’ I open my eyes. ‘Do you know what else would be nice?’

Brian shakes his head.

‘One of those lovely teacakes from M&S.’

My husband looks confused. ‘I don’t think they sell them in the canteen.’

‘Oh.’ I look away, feigning disappointment and instantly hate myself. It isn’t in my nature to be manipulative. At least I don’t think it is. There’s a lot I don’t know any more.

‘It’s okay.’ There’s that hand again. This time it adds a reassuring squeeze to its repertoire. ‘I can pop into town.’ He smiles at Charlotte. ‘You don’t mind if I leave you alone with your mum for a bit?’

If our daughter heard the question she doesn’t let on. I reply for her by forcing a smile.

‘She’ll be fine,’ I say.

Brian looks from me to Charlotte and back again. There’s no mistaking the look on his face – it’s the same wretched expression I’ve worn for the last six weeks whenever I’ve left Charlotte’s side – terror she might die the second we leave the room.

‘She’ll be fine,’ I repeat, more gently this time. ‘I’ll be here.’