Familiar Strangers by Jackie Walsh

Familiar Strangers

Familiar Strangers by Jackie Walsh
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 3.2 Mb

I took you, Becca. You’re not my daughter.

Familiar Strangers : Since Becca Wall’s mother was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s, every day Becca loses a little more of the loving, caring mother who would do anything for her only daughter. But when one day Nancy Wall confesses that Becca is not her child, Becca’s world falls apart.

Becca tells herself that the words are just a cruel symptom of Nancy’s illness; after all, she has her birth certificate, and pictures of herself as a newborn along with her Mom, Dad and older brother, Danny. Becca tries to forget, to get on with on her life – until the day the police question her about the whereabouts of a missing woman, Katie Collins.

Katie has disappeared without a trace, telling her husband that she is leaving to find Rebecca Wall. But Becca doesn’t know Katie, so it’s a case of mistaken identity – isn’t it? But as Becca discovers why Katie was desperate to find her, the lies that Becca has always believed come crashing down. Soon, it’s clear that someone knows the truth – and that they’ll stop at nothing to keep their secrets…

An addictive, fast-paced psychological thriller with a shocking twist that will leave you gasping. Fans of The Girl on the Train, The Wife Between Usand T.M Logan will be gripped until the very last page.

“Jeff? Jeff!’

‘What’s wrong?’ he says, when he finally answers, tucking in the top of a towel he has wrapped around his waist. He runs his hands through dripping hair, pushing it away from his face.

‘I think someone broke into my apartment.’

‘Seriously?’ he says, already pulling his door closed behind him, following me down the corridor. Back in my apartment, Jeff looks around, then at me. He was expecting chaos, I guess. To his eyes, I know, it all looks as it should, or maybe even a bit cleaner than usual.

‘I don’t get it,’ he says.

‘That pile of laundry, Jeff. I left it on top of the cabinet.’

‘No way,’ he grins. ‘Someone broke in and moved your clothes. We better call the FBI.’

‘You’re not listening, Jeff. I left those clothes on the cabinet. Someone’s been in here.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘I’m certain.’

The grin slips away. ‘Is anything missing?’ he says, walking around, leaving damp footprints, one hand gripping his towel, which for a brief moment, I imagine him dropping.

‘I don’t know. I haven’t had time to check.’

‘But you’re certain that’s where the clothes were when you left?’

I nod.”

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