I would have done it unaided, if it had been possible.
It wasn’t.
The practicalities alone made it too hard for one person. One car to leave at Beachy Head, another to drive us back. Witnesses to fabricate, tracks to cover, evidence to destroy. Even with two of us, it was a struggle.
We could have asked Anna for help. We could have told her everything, promised her the world if she’d lie for us. But I didn’t want to involve her; didn’t want to make a mess of her life, the way I’d made a mess of my own.
Now she’s up to her neck in it anyway.
She’s frightened. I don’t like it, but there’s no other way. My lies are unraveling, and unless the police back off, everything we did is going to be splashed across the papers, and I’ll be heading for a prison cell—if they can find me.
I thought I had no choice but to involve someone else.
I wish I’d tried harder.
If I’d done it alone, I wouldn’t have had to put my trust in another person. I wouldn’t have had to lie awake at night, wondering if secrets were being spilled.
If I’d done it alone, I could have kept the money.