With Friends Like These
By Keri Beevis
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“Kept me reading well into the night,” five stars
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A reunion of friends in remote Scotland turns into a terrifying ordeal in this twisting crime thriller by the author of The People Next Door.
On his way to Scotland for a reunion with his university friends, Billy Maguire runs over a pedestrian. But this is only the start of his problems . . .
Realising the man is alive, Billy puts him in the back seat of his car, planning to leave him outside the nearest hospital. But when the man dies, Billy panics and drives to the reunion with the body in the car, where he begs his friends for help.
Tension swirls within the group at first, but when the dead man’s ID reveals him to be a notorious criminal Dougie McCool, they decide to get rid of the body. The only problem is that some dangerous men are looking for McCool—including his brother, who is willing to brutally exploit the circle of friends to get what he wants. But will he succeed or can they get away with it?
“A rip roaring excitement filled read.” —Book Mark
“Darkly funny and utterly terrifying. The best book I’ve read in a very long time.” —NJ Moss
“Dark humour, tension and a well-crafted twisty plot. A masterclass in writing.” —Patricia Dixon
“Darkly comic with Guy Ritchie vibes. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” —Caron McKinlay
“A book you will want to read in one breath. Enthralling and totally consuming.” —Dan’s Books
Keri Beevis
Keri Beevis is the internationally bestselling author of several psychological thrillers and romantic suspense mysteries, including the very successful Dying to Tell. She sets many of her books in the county of Norfolk, where she was born and still lives and which provides much of her inspiration.
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With Friends Like These - Keri Beevis
1
Billy
It was an unfortunate irony that The Primitives’ song, ‘ Crash’ , was playing on the radio the night Billy Maguire had his accident. He wouldn’t register that until much later, at which time his initial sniggering would turn into hysterical laughter then eventually to sobs, as it finally sunk in that he had actually killed a man.
Wind back to Friday night, though, and Billy was pumped. After a crappy eighteen months both professionally and personally he was excited to catch up with the old gang. It had been far too long since they had all been together.
It was Griffin who had suggested the meet-up. It was his birthday and after celebrating the last two in lockdown he had proposed a break away. Being Griffin he had to go the extra mile, which was how Billy found himself heading up to Scotland on a busy Friday night in April.
Maybe he should have flown like the others, but money was really tight at the moment and the only kind of high he liked didn’t involve planes. He would drive he had decided, confident that his old VW Golf was up to the job. A solo road trip. It would be fun.
And it had been… well, maybe for the first hour or two, as he sang along with the radio, excited about meeting up with his friends, but he was also tired, and yes, okay, shoot him, but he might have had a few drinks when he had stopped for a break in the pub of the last village he had passed through.
It was medicinal. It had been a long day and he needed the alcohol to relax. Besides, he was almost there. Just a few quiet country roads to negotiate and he very much doubted there were many coppers out here in the arse end of nowhere. So what if he was swerving a bit? He hadn’t seen a car in miles and had the road to himself.
Christ, he couldn’t wait to get to the house and crack open another beer.
Billy had googled the place Griffin had booked. An Airbnb off the beaten track. He wasn’t a big nature lover, but even he could appreciate the pretty woodland setting and the house itself was huge – typical Griff, equipped with all the mod cons, including a hot tub. For the next few days it would be party central as he caught up with his oldest and dearest pals.
Lockdown had kept them apart for too long and, although he had seen most of them on Zoom, they hadn’t been together in person in over two years.
They had a lot of catching up to do.
The urgency to start that catching up had his foot pressing down on the accelerator. Less than fifteen miles to go.
Griffin had already called him twice, wondering where the hell he was. The others were hungry he had told Billy. They wanted to eat.
Billy had been halfway through his fourth pint at the time. Of course, he hadn’t told his friend that, instead he had quickly downed his drink and staggered back to the car that he had been forced to leave a couple of streets away, due to the shitty parking situation at the pub.
He was staying locally with a friend. That was what he had told the landlord who had voiced concerns when he had ordered his last pint, worried about him getting behind the wheel.
He was fine to drive, and his little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Griffin’s last call had come just before eight thirty, the already inky sky growing darker by the minute. It was pitch black now and the car headlights offered the only visibility, as they cut a path ahead on the winding forest road.
Billy rubbed a hand over his eyes. He was really tired, having been driving for most of the day. Thoughts of dropping into bed were now taking precedence over catching up with his friends, that and feeding his growling belly.
A good night’s sleep and he would be ready to invest in the weekend, put behind him his recent break-up and have fun with the people he knew would get the smile back on his face.
The road ahead curved sharply, and he stamped his foot on the brake, heart thudding and jolting himself fully awake as the car skidded, threatening to leave the road, before stuttering to a halt.
Fuck me!
He sucked in a breath, ordered himself to relax. It was all good, no harm done.
You’ve got this, Maguire. Almost there.
The tension eased out of his shoulders, the bravado of alcohol urging his foot to increase speed on the accelerator again. Another bend, but this time not so sharp, plus he was paying attention this time and negotiated it easily.
The local radio station he had tuned into was blasting out tunes from the eighties and the latest one from The Primitives had him turning up the volume. The track was as old as he was, but Billy was a sucker for eighties and nineties Brit pop.
He hadn’t heard this song in years.
Singing loudly, and badly out of tune (not all drummers can hold a note) he was caught up in the music and didn’t even register the man walking down the centre of the road as the headlights illuminated him. In fact he didn’t register anything at all until the thud hit his car and for the second time that night he lost control.
Remarkably, despite spinning and swerving the width of the road, the car skidded to a halt facing the wrong way, but without hitting anything else, and Billy might have considered himself lucky if there wasn’t a shape up ahead lying motionless on the road, caught up in the glare of the headlights.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
He tugged at his hair, panic threatening to overwhelm him. Maybe it’s a stray sheep. Though he already knew that it wasn’t.
He tried to tell himself he hadn’t seen him, but that was a lie. There had been that split second when he had realised, had caught the look of shock and horror on the man’s face.
And now he was dead.
No, no, no. Not dead. Billy was certain he had seen twitching. This was good. He would get him into the car, drive him to the nearest hospital… No, that wouldn’t work. He had been drinking.
If the police found out, there would be consequences.
Okay, so fine. He would get him to a hospital. He had to do that at the very least. But maybe he could leave the man anonymously outside the door.
Yes, that was better. He wasn’t a complete arsehole. He wasn’t going to hit and run.
He eased off his seatbelt with trembling fingers and pushed open the door, the cool breeze hitting him. It was so dark and aside from his car and the man lying on the road, it was deserted.
What the hell was the bloke doing out here? It had been fields and forest for miles and Billy didn’t think there were any properties nearby.
The man was apparently out here all alone with no vehicle, which occurred to him was typical horror movie territory. Maybe it was some kind of ruse. Cause an accident and then ambush the innocent motorist when he stops.
He considered closing the door again, leaving the scene, but knew he couldn’t do that. If the man was found, if he was somehow traced back to Billy… No, it wasn’t worth it.
Besides, he was being ridiculous. This wasn’t a film, and he was in the middle of nowhere. There was no getting away from the fact that Billy had knocked him down.
It had been an accident and somehow he had to fix this.
Still, he left the headlights on and the engine running (just in case he had to make a speedy getaway) before approaching the body, aware as he stumbled along the road just how much the beer had gone to his head.
It’s probably the shock too.
Billy tried to convince himself of that, but knew he was well over the limit and that the alcohol had slowed his reactions.
The man was on his side, blood trickling from his mouth and his leg bent at an unnatural angle. He wasn’t moving at all now.
Was he dead?
No, no, no. Come on, man.
Billy glanced around, as he ran worried fingers through his hair again.
No one knew this had happened. If the guy was dead there was nothing he could do for him. Calling the police and owning up to what had happened wouldn’t help him and all it would result in was him going to jail. Two lives would be destroyed.
As the Devil and angel on his shoulders pulled him in opposing directions, and he contemplated leaving, a rattly groan had him jumping back, and his eyes widened as the man rolled onto his back and started gurgling.
No, no, Jesus.
He dropped to his knees, tried to awkwardly cradle the man’s head as he pushed him back onto his side.
‘It’s going to be okay. I’m going to get you to the hospital.’
His voice was high-pitched, sounded scared, which might be why the dude’s eyes suddenly shot open. ‘Help me.’
At least that’s what Billy thought he had said. The second word was lost as the man’s eyes rolled back then his head slumped to the side, and he started choking up blood.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Billy thought he was going to retch.
Hold it together, man.
He let go of the man’s head, wincing when it cracked against the tarmac, and clumsily got to his feet.
‘Wait here. I’ll be right back.’
Stupid. He cursed his poor choice of words as he ran back to the car. The guy was hardly going to get up and leave.
Get in the car, turn around, and get the hell out of here.
No. He couldn’t do that. The man had looked right at him, and Billy had promised he would help. He couldn’t drive off and leave him.
Make a call then. You can do it anonymously. Give them the location, then hang up.
Did he even know where the hell he was? Besides, he had promised that he would come back, that he was going to get the man to the hospital.
He reached the car, his legs shaky, his brain more sober than it had been for the last hour, and collapsed inside, fighting the urge to panic. This was his mess. He had done this. It was up to him to clear it up.
Think, Billy. Come up with a plan.
Move the car closer, get the dude in the car, drive him to the nearest hospital.
He could do this.
His phone started ringing and he nearly fell out of the car.
Griffin.
No. No. He couldn’t deal with Griff right now. His old friend was going to have to wait.
He let the call go to voicemail, released a shaky breath, fighting the urge to burst into tears.
It’s cool, Billy. You can do this.
Move the car, get the guy inside. Take him to the hospital.
He drew another breath, managed steps one and two, wincing as he dragged the man towards the car (the dude was too heavy to carry) and dumped him on the back seat, before returning to retrieve the rucksack. That was bloody heavy too.
He screwed his face up into a grimace at the crimson puddle on the road, not needing a reminder of how bad this whole situation was.
Now behind the wheel, the rucksack on the seat beside his passenger and Billy went to rub his hands over his face, pausing when he realised his palms were red with blood.
Think. For fuck’s sake, think.
Hospitals. He needed to find the nearest one.
He grabbed his phone, saw there were two more missed calls from Griffin and ignored the stab of guilt as he dismissed them, instead clicking onto Google.
From the back seat came another groan and again he fought the urge to panic. How the fuck had he got into this mess?
Because you couldn’t stop at one pint, Billy. Quit trying to pass the blame for your own failings.
He located the nearest hospital, glanced at the rear-view mirror to reassure his passenger.
‘I’ll get you help as quickly as possible.’
The man was no longer moving. His face was pale, his eyes non-responsive.
Fuck.
‘Hey, you hang in there. Okay? Hey, are you okay?’
There was nothing. No groaning, no heavy breathing, no choking.
Billy stared into the mirror.
Come on, pal.
He twisted in his seat, looked at the man, waiting for a sign that he was alive. Just a twitch. Anything to show he was still present. His eyes were staring, and Billy watched them waiting for the blink.
As the minutes ticked by and there was still no movement, no reaction at all, that was when he understood that he was really in trouble.
2
Amelia
She shouldn’t have come.
Amelia Abery topped up her wine glass and glanced round the room at the friends she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. She had made a mistake, but it was too late to back out. She was here now and would just have to make the most of it. It was only four days, after all.
Griffin caught her eye, raising his beer bottle in a silent toast. It felt more than that, though, as if it was a shared secret, one that only the two of them knew, which cranked up her unease at this whole charade. Flashing him what she hoped was an easy smile, she took a generous sip of her wine. Perhaps it would help loosen the tightening band of tension across her shoulders. Maybe that was the way forward, drinking her way through the long weekend. Though that was dangerous. Too much alcohol would lower her guard, leading to reckless decisions. God knows, she had made enough of those in the past.
She had expected Griffin’s fiancée, Chantelle, to be here, and had been surprised to find it was just the six of them. Well, currently five. Billy had yet to arrive. It was more like a university reunion than a birthday bash. Wind the clock back fourteen years it was easy to remember them all as fun-loving and carefree students.
And that would have been okay, but fourteen years was a long time and there had been a lot of history between then and now. A lot of it hadn’t been good.
‘Can we please eat now? I’m starving.’ That was from Nancy, who was already over a third of the way through a bottle of gin and had been the most vocal complainer about waiting for Billy.
‘I’ll call him again.’ Griffin earned himself a sulky pout as he put his phone to his ear.
‘He ignored you the last twenty times you called. I don’t know why you think he’ll answer this time.’ Nancy rolled her eyes dramatically at his back, as Griffin turned away from her to pace. ‘This is Billy we’re waiting for. He probably hasn’t even left London yet.’
Harsh, but perhaps true. Love Billy as she might, Amelia knew he was the least reliable of her old friends.
‘It’s going to voicemail.’ Griffin slipped his phone back in his pocket, his irritation at being ignored evident in the tightening of his jaw.
‘I could have told you it would.’
‘We’ll give him another half an hour,’ he told Amelia and Ross, ignoring Nancy’s comment.
Ross sighed and glanced at his watch and Griffin looked to Amelia, brows raised, dark eyes waiting for a response to the question they both knew he hadn’t asked. Griffin didn’t make joint decisions or take notice of other people’s opinions. She remembered that well enough.
‘Fine with me.’ She kept her tone light, really not liking the way he kept looking at her, part challenging, part mocking. Picking up her wine glass, she took it over to the sofa where Nancy was sprawled on her back, bare feet dangling over the end showing off her freshly applied blood-red toenails.
‘Budge up.’
Nancy gave a dramatic sigh but shifted to a sitting position to make room.
It was safer here. Although what had happened with Griffin had been years ago and they had since cleared the air, Amelia couldn’t help but suspect he wasn’t quite as cool with things as he made out.
Probably her imagination and guilty conscience. What she had done to him had been really shitty. It had been the right thing to do, but yeah, it had still been shitty.
At the time she had suspected they wouldn’t be able to get past it – how exactly did you stay friends with the man who you had dumped just two weeks before you were supposed to marry him – and for a long while they hadn’t spoken. But bumping into each other before the pandemic had given them a chance to clear the air.
Griffin was engaged to Chantelle now, and Amelia was single, so there hadn’t been any animosity. He had seemed genuinely pleased to see her and it had felt like a fresh start.
That’s why when he had proposed the get-together for his birthday, she had honestly believed it would be like old times.
She should have known better.
It had been awkward from the moment she agreed, from worrying about who else might be there to wondering what she should do about a birthday gift. She was conscious she couldn’t turn up empty-handed, but what exactly did you get your ex-fiancé? Perhaps she should have suggested a group gift, but it was too late for that.
Nancy had gone for a personalised gift. She made papier-mâché sculptures as a sideline, mostly of people’s pets, though in the last couple of years she had branched out into people. When Amelia had met her at the airport, she had a large box with her, which Amelia soon found out contained a sculpture of Griffin’s head. It was done in a caricature style and was quite simply brilliant, with Griff’s roman nose exaggerated and his bottom lip pouty, as it often was. While Nancy had caught him perfectly, Amelia did wonder how he was going to react. Griffin King was the vainest man she knew, and he often lacked a sense of humour. On the one hand, it made her generic bottle of whisky seem a bit lame, but she was also in awe of Nancy’s boldness. Her friend must be aware that this could completely backfire.
‘You could have picked him up.’ Griffin had turned his attention on Ross, clearly needing someone to blame for Billy’s absence. Billy was a screw-up, but for whatever reason, Griffin always chose to overlook his failings, and, as had always been the case, Ross was his go-to when apportioning blame.
‘He was nearly 200 miles out of my way.’
‘It’s not that far. He’s probably got lost or something. If you had travelled up together he’d be here by now.’
‘I didn’t know I was going to be driving until late last night.’ Ross kept his tone even, but Amelia could hear the tension behind it. He glanced at his watch again, seeming just as annoyed that Billy was late.
He was no longer the smart but shy kid Griffin had taken advantage of all the way through university; but it seemed Griff still knew how to push his buttons.
‘It’s not Ross’s fault that Billy is late,’ she pointed out, feeling the need to stick up for him. ‘Billy’s thirty-three years old. No one should have to babysit him.’
Griffin scowled at her, but said nothing, instead reaching in the fridge for another beer, while Ross shot her a tight smile. One that she wasn’t sure how to interpret. Was he grateful that she had sided with him or annoyed that she thought he couldn’t fight his own battles? He had always been the one in the gang who had been the most difficult to read. Maybe because he was more of a loner. Amelia and Nancy had been best friends, while Griffin, Billy and Jonah had shared a house together. Ross had always been on the periphery looking in.
He had been booked on the same flight, but unexpected work commitments had held him back (of the six of them, he had been the most successful and had his own software company). Last to arrive, he had got to the house about an hour after the others.
It really was a gorgeous place. Despite her reservations about spending the weekend with Griffin, Amelia couldn’t fault the location or the house. Maybe, if he would stop it with the vibes and she could get over her guilty conscience, they might actually have a nice time.
As she contemplated that, Jonah walked into the large open-plan kitchen-living room, yawning and stretching, his movements graceful like a lazy cat, and her guilty conscience cranked up another level.
Was it her imagination or did Ross, spotting her looking, smirk? Her face heated and she glanced at Griffin, hoping he wasn’t paying attention.
Was she really that obvious?
For God’s sake, stop being paranoid. You’re allowed to look at someone when they walk in the room. No one knows anything.
Nancy chose that moment to lean forward and whisper in Amelia’s ear. ‘Meant to say to you earlier, lockdown worked for Jonah. I mean, really worked. He’s always been kind of cute, but he’s definitely improved this last couple of years.’ She waggled her dark eyebrows suggestively. ‘I know I would.’
Her throaty laugh had three sets of eyes looking their way.
It had been Amelia, Nancy and Jonah on the flight together, the others making their way separately, and much as she loved her old roommate, Amelia wished Nancy hadn’t been there.
Not that anything was going on between her and Jonah. No, their timing had never been right on that front. It didn’t stop him from being the one in her life she could never get past, but he was also her oldest friend, knew her better than anyone, and although they had loosely kept in touch over the last few years, it had only been via WhatsApp and Zoom. They hadn’t had any real time together. She sorely missed that, just as she had sorely missed him.
Nancy had monopolised the conversation on the journey up, Amelia learning through her questioning that Jonah’s long-term relationship with his girlfriend Nicole had been a casualty of lockdown. For the first time since they had met, both of them were single, but she couldn’t focus on that because she knew nothing would ever happen.
Jonah was Griffin’s best friend; Amelia, Griffin’s ex-fiancée. If Griff ever found out about the kiss… if he ever knew that Jonah had been the reason why Amelia had backed out of marrying him, there would be hell to pay.
She had to keep her distance, had to survive this weekend without Griffin discovering her secret, the one she was convinced was written