All Chapters of IF YOU LOVE ME, DIE FOR ME: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jeremy's POVThe prosecution contacted me on a Thursday.Not about Francis Doyle, at least not directly. About the Whitman Holdings board, about the board dinners, about the specific occasions on which Doyle had been present in the company of the three board members now cooperating with prosecution authorities.I was a witness.Not a character witness, not initially. An evidentiary witness. Someone who could place Doyle in specific rooms at specific times with specific people.I gave my initial statement to the prosecution's barrister on a Friday morning in a conference room in a building I had never had reason to enter before. The barrister was a woman named Sheila Grogan who had the kind of efficiency that came from having asked the same kinds of questions many times and understanding exactly how to extract accurate information from a person who was trying to be helpful without overreaching.She asked me to describe the board dinners.I described them.She asked me to identify, from

POV: MadelineDara's flight home was on a Sunday.She spent the Saturday before it doing what she always did on the last day of a visit, which was to say she worked until four in the afternoon and then abruptly stopped and announced she was taking herself to dinner and that I should come.We went to the place by the river that she had been going to twice a week for a month and had told me was the best restaurant in Dublin without apparent irony.We ordered, and the wine arrived, and she looked at me across the table with the look she got when she was about to say something she had been holding until the right moment."Tell me," I said."The Singapore office," she said. "The financial intelligence division I have been building. I spoke to the partners last week.""About.""About formally constituting it as the Asia-Pacific arm of the Accountability Project," she said. "Not a separate allied operation. A formal arm. With the Crawford name on the door and the full methodology behind the

POV: MadelineIt started on a Thursday evening, which was not a dramatic day to start a fight on, which was perhaps why neither of us saw it coming.Jeremy had been on calls most of the afternoon, the particular kind of calls where you can hear from the other room that something is being worked out but the working out has not yet finished. I was at the kitchen table going through the Doyle trial preparation notes Donovan's office had sent over, making margin notes in the way I had when I was revising for exams at twenty-two, which was the last time anything had felt this much like something you could fail.He came in at seven and made tea without asking and put a cup in front of me and sat across from me and had the expression he wore when something was sitting with him that he had not yet found the right words for."Tell me," I said."Sheila Grogan called," he said. Grogan was the prosecution barrister."About your evidence.""About my mother's evidence," he said.I put down my pen.

POV: Roisin CallahanThe envelope was in my letterbox on a Tuesday morning, which was a thing that no longer seemed possible because I had not given this address to anyone connected to the case, had specifically not given it to anyone connected to the case because Sol had told me in the first week to be careful about what was publicly associated with my name until the civil proceedings were settled.The envelope had no return address.Inside was a single printed page.No letterhead. No signature. A list of names.My mother's name. Her address. Her phone number.The name and address of the secondary school where my younger sister taught.The name and number of the Galway practice where my father had been a GP before he retired.Three friends from university, their home addresses, their workplaces.At the bottom of the page, in a different font, as though added separately: Consider whether the settlement terms you have been offered are worth the cost of continuing.I sat in the kitchen

POV: MadelineThree days after the admissibility ruling, Grogan called a meeting.Jeremy and I went together, which raised Grogan's eyebrows slightly and then did not, because Grogan was a woman who assessed situations quickly and had clearly decided that the two of us together in her conference room was a configuration she could work with."I want to explain the prosecution's position going forward," she said. "And I want to do it in full, because I understand that Crawford has a specific and personal stake in this trial and I believe you are better served by complete information than by managed information.""Agreed," I said."The admissibility ruling has removed two evidentiary elements from the case," she said. "What remains is the Reinholt regulatory records, the Marshfield beneficial ownership documentation, Gerald Marsh's testimony, Paul Egan's testimony, and Eleanor Whitman's live testimony, which is currently being prepared."She paused."The murder charge," she said, "rests