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Deep Blue Sea

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Copyright © 2013 Tasmina Perry

The right of Tasmina Perry to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

First published as an Ebook in 2013 by HEADLINE REVIEW

An imprint of HEADLINE PUBLISHING GROUP

Apart from any use permitted under UK copyright law, this publication may only be reproduced, stored, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, with prior permission in writing of the publishers or, in the case of reprographic production, in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency.

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Cataloguing in Publication Data is available from the British Library

eISBN 978 0 7553 5855 7

E-pub conversion by Avon DataSet Ltd, Bidford-on-Avon, Warwickshire

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

About Tasmina Perry

Praise

Also by Tasmina Perry

About the Book

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Twenty years ago

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

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

About Tasmina Perry

Tasmina Perry is the author of the huge
Sunday Times
bestsellers
Daddy’s Girls
,
Kiss Heaven Goodbye
and, most recently,
Perfect Strangers
. She left a career in law to enter the world of women’s magazine publishing, going on to become an award-winning writer and contributor to titles such as
Elle
,
Glamour
and
Marie-Claire
. In 2004 she launched her own travel and fashion magazine,
Jaunt
, and was editing
InStyle
magazine when she left the industry to write books full time. Her novels have been published in seventeen countries.

Tasmina lives with her husband and son in London, where she is at work on her next novel.

For the latest news, competitions, travel ideas and much more, visit
www.tasminaperry.com
.

ESCAPE WITH

‘Had me hooked from start to finish’
Daily Mail

‘Thrilling . . . packed with suspense and exotic locations’
Closer

‘Fast-paced and enthralling’
Heat

‘A glamorous thriller’
InStyle

‘Pure escapism’
Red

By Tasmina Perry

Daddy’s Girls

Gold Diggers

Guilty Pleasures

Original Sin

Kiss Heaven Goodbye

Private Lives

Perfect Strangers

Deep Blue Sea

About the Book

Passionate. Explosive. Impossible to put down. Tasmina Perry is back with her most spectacular novel yet.

Diana and Julian Denver have the world at their feet. With a blissful marriage, a darling son and beautiful homes in London and the country, Diana’s life, to the outside world, is perfect. But nothing is as it seems . . .

When Julian dies suddenly and tragically, Diana is convinced there is more to it than meets the eye. She calls on the one person she had never wanted to see again – her sister, Rachel.

A former tabloid reporter, Rachel appears to be living the dream as a diving instructor on a Thai island. The truth is she’s in exile, estranged from her family and driven from her career by Fleet Street’s phone-hacking scandal.

For Rachel, Diana’s request opens old wounds. But she is determined to make amaneds for the past, and embarks on a treacherous journey to uncover the truth – wherever it may lead . . .

For Sheila Crowley and Wayne Brookes
And Chris Hemblade who is much missed

Acknowledgements

Many thanks as usual to the terrific team at Headline. And to Eugenie Furniss, Neil Rodford and Lianne-Louise Smith at Furniss Lawton and James Grant management for all they do.

To Suzanne and Cath for all their probate advice (with added cocktails), and Sean and Crispin for their banking expertise. That’s what you get when you sit next to me at the quiz. Continued thanks to my family, especially my wonderful boys John and Fin – I promise not to bring work on the next holiday.

Twenty years ago

‘Who is she?’
screamed her mother from downstairs. For the past twenty minutes, from the moment Rachel Miller had come home from swimming practice and been ordered to her room, she had been unable to hear the precise contents of her parents’ argument. She had closed her bedroom door intentionally, not wanting to pick out the abuse and accusations, but there was no mistaking that her father was now being confronted. ‘And don’t lie to me.’

Rachel had known this argument was coming. It was almost as if she had been able to feel it in the air, like a brewing storm.

It hadn’t always been like this. There was a family photo downstairs on the TV cabinet that said otherwise. Mum, Dad, Rachel and her big sister Diana, all crammed together on the sofa downstairs with big toothy smiles, arms wrapped around each other as if they would never be apart. You could almost hear the laughter and the cries of ‘Cheese!’ Or had that all been a lie too?

Somehow, somewhere down the line, it had all gone sour. The bickering over little things, stupid things. Resentments growing into arguments, rows growing into all-out war. There had been a particularly bad confrontation before Christmas; voices so full of hate and fury that Rachel had gone to her bedroom and prayed for it to stop.

And in some ways her prayers had been answered. The rows diminished, only to be replaced by a hostile silence, a constant tension in the house that was like the drip-drip of a tap, splashing one drop at a time until the bath finally overflowed.

Rachel reached over to her bedside table, scrabbling round in the drawer for her new compact disc player, her fingers stabbing at the buttons to switch the thing on and drown out the noise. She crept under her duvet, pulled her knees up to her chest and stuck her nose into her copy of
Just Seventeen
, which had been returned to her that day after a week of confiscation by Mr Stephenson when she had been caught reading it in double physics.

‘Rach?’ She jumped at the sensation of the headphone being pulled away from her ear and looked up to see her sister standing by the bed next to her. She hadn’t seen her since school and was relieved to see her.

Diana had the room next door – a bigger one than her own, with pink and white Laura Ashley wallpaper that was covered with pictures of Matt Dillon and Christian Slater – but they often bunked in each other’s rooms when their parents rowed.

‘I should have stayed out,’ said Diana quietly, pulling back the duvet and creeping in next to her sister.

‘Where have you been?’ asked Rachel, happy to be talking about anything else.

‘Paul’s.’

Paul?
Rachel’s eyes widened – for the moment, everything happening downstairs was forgotten. Paul
Jones
? Diana had been at his house? Paul Jones was the king of Meersbrook Comprehensive, the resident heartthrob; dark eyes peering out from under a floppy fringe, captain of the football team. He even had a motorbike. Every girl in the school was a little bit in love with him, and Rachel – in secret, in her dreams – was a lot in love with him.

‘Is he . . . is Paul your boyfriend now?’

Diana shrugged her slim shoulders. ‘I’m just going with him.’

Rachel nodded, trying to appear casual, although her mouth was dry and her stomach felt hot. What did ‘going with’ someone mean exactly? She was pretty sure it was kissing. Proper kissing on the mouth with tongues, the thought of which still freaked her out a little bit. But she was going to be thirteen next week and she was curious to know for sure.

‘Is it easy?’

Diana smirked, one eyebrow raised.

‘Is what easy?’

‘Kissing.’

Diana laughed. She had a pretty laugh; everything about Diana was pretty, it was so annoying. But Rachel knew Di would never laugh at her, she was never unkind.

‘I’ve never really thought of kissing as easy or hard,’ she said. ‘But it’s fun.’ She caught sight of Rachel’s furrowed brow. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get the chance soon enough.’

She smiled, and Rachel felt a little of her jealousy ease. It wasn’t Diana’s fault that Paul Jones fancied her instead of Rachel, was it? If she was Paul, she would have probably picked Di too.

There was a loud crash. It sounded like the whole dinner service hitting the floor.

‘What are they rowing about anyway?’ whispered Diana, moving closer.

Rachel was always surprised at how small her sister’s voice was. People expected Diana to have a big personality, perhaps because of her beauty and her popularity with the cool crowd, but she was quiet, sensitive, sitting for hours with those stupid romantic books she liked to read.

‘I don’t know. Dad was already here when I got home.’

Who is she?

Rachel was not a stupid girl. She had picked up on the suggestion by her mother. Her father had found somebody else, somebody else to love. But she didn’t want to tell Diana that. Not tonight.

‘I hate it,’ said Diana. ‘I hate the shouting.’

‘I know,’ said Rachel quietly, putting her arm around her sister.

People often mistook Rachel for the older Miller sister. It wasn’t just her height and her big feet, which had finally come in so useful for swimming. Diana looked like a doll compared to her.

They could hear the noise of a door slamming shut. The two girls glanced at each other; they both knew it had been the sound of the front door.

‘He’s gone,’ said Rachel. It was out of her mouth before she had time to think about it.

‘Gone?’ said Diana, a note of panic creeping into her voice. ‘How do you know? What do you mean, gone?’

Diana scrambled out of the bed and ran to the window. Rachel didn’t need to hear the car engine gunning away to know he had left them. Sometimes she just knew things: knew what people were thinking, what they were going to do. She didn’t like it much, it made her feel like a storybook witch.

‘Rach, do something!’ screamed Diana, her eyes flooding with tears, her beautiful solemn face as white as a ghost.

Rachel puffed out a small breath, trying to convince herself that things would start getting better from now on – just the three of them.

‘We should see if Mum’s okay,’ she said finally.

She took her sister’s hand, knowing that she had to keep calm, keep strong, because she had a funny feeling that her mum and her sister weren’t going to.

‘Let’s go and see if we can help sweep up the pieces.’

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