‘Sorry to trouble you,’ Grace said. ‘I’m looking for the Templeton family.’

The girl shook her head. ‘We’re the Wetherfields. Templetons ain’t been here for years.’

‘Do you know where any of the family live now?’

‘No.’ The girl looked genuinely sorry. ‘Mam and Dad might, but they’ve gone out.’

Grace looked around frantically. This was where Jonny had lived. It should reveal something to her, surely.

The girl began to look worried. ‘Are you all right?’ she asked.

‘I’m not sure,’ Grace admitted, running her fingers through her hair. ‘But I’m going now. Thanks for your help.’

The girl’s eyes were wide and wary as she closed the door.

Grace drove the car back down the muddy track, having a disturbing flash of herself as the girl must have seen her: on edge, with bags under her eyes and unkempt hair, asking questions about people who hadn’t lived there for years. A crazy woman. There was no longer any doubt that she needed to get away.

She felt deflated as she rejoined the tarmacked road. It took a long time to reach Ockton along the winding lanes, but gradually the road widened and houses began to appear in unbroken rows. She followed Emma’s directions to the church hall, and was greeted by Emma and her sister Sally, who couldn’t stop thanking Grace for her generous contribution.

‘I’ve decided not to stay. Millie and I are going to London today,’ Grace told them.

Emma flung her arms around Grace. ‘I understand, although I’m sad to see you go. I was looking forward to getting to know you better.’

Grace was touched by Emma’s words, but they didn’t change the fact that she couldn’t wait to leave. She checked her watch as she returned to the car, horrified to realise that it was nearly two o’clock. She got in, started the engine and began to head out of town. As she drove along the main road, a few more specks of snow landed on her windscreen. She glanced up at the sky. It loomed close and grey.

She stopped at a service station and hurried inside in search of food to tide her over, finding only an unappetising-looking sandwich. As she came out again, a bitterly cold wind began to drive gusts of snow along the ground. She put her head down and pulled her mobile from her pocket to call Ben, tell him how she was getting on.

He didn’t pick up his mobile, or the cottage phone. Unease prickled her skin as she got back behind the wheel.

Then her mobile rang in her hand. She looked at it in relief, expecting it to be Ben, but she didn’t recognise the number, so answered with a hesitant ‘Hello?’

‘Grace? It’s Niall. I’ve just been to your cottage, and the fella there said you’d gone to Ockton.’

Grace was immediately wary. ‘Have you found something?’

‘Perhaps,’ Niall replied. ‘Where are you?’

‘I’m in Ockton, I was just heading back.’

‘Wait there. I’m driving over now. Meet me at the police station in ten minutes.’

He hung up before she could even ask what was going on. She felt herself trembling; his tone suggested he had uncovered something significant.

She had seen the police station on the main road through town, near the church. She swung the car round, reminding herself that she mustn’t be long. But at least Niall had seen Ben, so he and Millie must be okay, even if Ben wasn’t answering his phone.

As she drove, the snow fell steadily, her tyres slushing through a thin layer that had formed on the road. She discarded her sandwich, no longer hungry. The weather was making her nervous.

She pulled up in front of the police station. Niall wasn’t there. She took out her phone, but there were no messages. She decided to try Ben again to tell him she would be delayed.

This time he answered straight away. ‘Are you all right, Grace? A policeman was here looking for you. Said he had some information he needed to pass on.’ He sounded concerned.

‘Yes, I’m about to meet him – I don’t know what he wants yet,’ Grace replied. ‘How’s Millie?’

‘She’s still asleep. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve brought Bess inside as it’s snowing quite a bit now. Don’t be too long if you want to get out of here today.’

‘Don’t worry,’ she assured him. ‘I’ll be back as soon as I can.’ As she spoke, she looked in her rear-view mirror and saw a car pulling up behind her. Niall climbed out. ‘He’s here. I’ll see you shortly.’ She hung up.

Niall walked over to her door. ‘Now then, Grace,’ he said as she opened it. ‘Thanks for meeting me. I wanted to have a word with you in person.’

‘What’s going on?’

‘Let’s get out of the snow for a minute while we have a chat,’ he said. Then to her surprise he headed for the church rather than the police station.

Grace followed him, watching the snow beginning to coat his hair. As Niall held the gate open for her, she said to him, ‘Please, just tell me.’

Niall walked past her, beckoning her up the church path. When they got underneath the porch, he finally stopped and said, ‘Grace, I’m afraid I found Jonny here.’

Grace briefly imagined a man waiting inside the church, ready to talk to her – perhaps with news of Adam. Then, as she looked back at Niall, taking in his sober expression, it clicked.

‘He’s dead.’ Her voice was dull.

‘Yes,’ Niall said, watching her carefully. ‘I thought it might be best for you to see for yourself.’

He moved out into the snow again and headed around the side of the church, treading on the patches of grass that grew in between the gravestones. Grace followed him, still trying to absorb the news.

Adam’s father was dead?

Why hadn’t she even considered that possibility?

Niall stopped at a low headstone. Grace focused on what was written there.

Jonathan Christopher Templeton

Born 2 May 1956

Died 11 October 2004

Beloved son of George and Dorothy, and

brother to Josephine

Rest in peace

Grace felt her whole body sag. She had been so sure that finding Jonny would lead to answers. She pictured Adam – unwittingly searching for a father who had passed away years before. She looked at Niall. ‘Do you know what happened?’

‘I’ve had a talk with his sister. He was in an accident in Australia. A car crash. Apparently his mam and dad have been dead for years, and the sister stayed behind in Ockton to get married when the rest of them went overseas. He had no other family, so her husband flew over and collected his ashes, brought him back to be buried here.’

‘Did you tell her about Adam?’

‘No, I asked a few questions, like, said her brother’s name had come up in an investigation and I wanted to rule him out. She was ever so curious, as you’d imagine, but I haven’t said any more for now. If you want to meet her then I’m sure something can be worked out. But that’s up to you – and her, of course.’ He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. ‘Looks like he’d done well for himself,’ he said, handing it to her.

It was a photocopy of an Australian newspaper article, under the headline LOCAL PROFESSOR IN FATAL CRASH, featuring a headshot of a balding middle-aged man, gazing to the right of the camera lens and smiling. Grace studied the picture, trying to take in the fact that this was Adam’s father, searching for something in his features that would link them; but Adam had looked much more like his mother.

‘You can keep hold of that,’ Niall said.

‘Thanks,’ Grace replied, folding the sheet and putting it into her pocket before the snow ruined it. She looked at the gravestone again.

‘Are you all right?’

‘I’m wondering whether Adam knew about this.’

‘If he found out, that day in the library, do you think it could have affected his state of mind?’ Niall asked gently.