Those Who Lie: the gripping new thriller you won’t be able to stop talking about. Diane Jeffrey
Emily Klein doesn’t know her husband has died until the day of his funeral.
But, as she pieces together the events before his death – events that led to her own memory loss – Emily begins to suspect that his death may not have been such a tragic accident after all.
If only she could remember…
The question is: are there some memories that Emily should leave alone?
Those Who Lie
Diane Jeffrey
ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES
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DIANE JEFFREY
Diane Jeffrey grew up in North Devon. She lives and teaches English in Lyon, France. She is the mother of three children, and the mistress of one disobedient Labrador and one crazy kitten.
THOSE WHO LIE is her debut psychological thriller.
Diane has a BA Joint Honours degree in French and German from the University of Nottingham and an MA in English Literature and Linguistics from the Université Jean Moulin Lyon III.
In her free time, she devours novels and chocolate. She also swims a lot and runs a little. Above all, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends.
Diane’s imagination often runs amok and gets her up in the night to scribble down ideas for her writing. Incredibly, her supportive long-suffering husband puts up with this.
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For my grandmother, Carrie. We still miss you.
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Oxford, August 2014
Emily Klein doesn’t know she has killed him until the day of his funeral. Her loved ones, including, of course, her husband, are all at the church rather than at her bedside. That explains why there are no familiar faces around her this time when she regains consciousness.
The room swims in and out of focus, and, at first, she has no idea where she is. But then it comes back to her. She’s trying to remember why she’s here when a cough to her right startles her. She isn’t alone. Her neck hurts as she turns her head, expecting to see Greg, or her sister, or at the very least her mother. Instead, her eyes rest on the broad chest of one of the two strangers sitting beside her bed.
‘Good afternoon, Mrs Klein,’ the stranger says in a deep voice.
Emily looks up into the kind face of a burly man. He appears to be around the same age as her. He has a bushy moustache