I admit I was curious. What were Felicity and Erica doing in there? Was it some kind of game? We already know Erica had sustained a head injury thanks to her hostess – although I didn’t know that at the time. So I watched. I waited ten minutes to see Felicity emerge from the tree house alone. She started down the steps and hesitated. Bending down, she ripped the loose plank of wood from the top of the stairs and rammed it under the door of the tree house, effectively locking Erica in.
‘Why did you lock her in there?’
No one had taken their eyes off Felicity as the man they now knew to be Tristan had spoken.
Felicity tried to look defiant.
‘She was drunk. She was being unreasonable, she wouldn’t listen! I was just going to get Mary-Beth, or Jack maybe, to take her home. I didn’t think she’d . . .’
‘Bullshit,’ Alex countered. ‘You were teaching her a lesson.’
‘Fine! Maybe, yes,’ Felicity looked around at them all, ‘but you have to realise I didn’t know she was going to run at the door, I didn’t know she was going to fall. But she did, and it was my fault.’
Karla wrapped her arms around her best friend as Felicity said the words she’d been trying to say for nearly a year.
She had killed Erica Spencer.