Chapters (67)
- Cover
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
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- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
‘Oh, Si, think about it! Women like Rachel aren’t just sitting about waiting for you, or any man, for that matter. She’s attractive – no, she’s beautiful – she’s single, she’s rich, she has a house and a business and –’
‘You’re telling me she’s a good catch.’
‘Not in so many words, no, and it’s a hateful phrase. She’s a whole lot more. Why do you want to see her? Why invite her away for a weekend? You need to ask yourself and then answer yourself – not me. Tell yourself the truth.’
‘Not sure I know it.’
‘You never do.’
‘Don’t I?’
Cat saw that he was closer than he had been for a long time to admitting real feelings, to himself and then perhaps to her, and after that, just possibly, to Rachel. She had known him be mad about this woman or that, be delirious with optimistic happiness, only then to be overwhelmed by doubt, immediately after which he was ruthless in extricating himself. She had only once seen him truly vulnerable through love and that had been with his CID colleague Freya Graffham, murdered by the serial killer she had been close to unmasking. Simon had clammed up and had never talked about her since, but for a while after he had met Rachel, Cat thought his feelings had been as strong all over again, and possibly they had, but he had backed off as usual, taken fright, and Rachel had simply removed herself from his orbit. Simon might not have been badly hurt but she certainly was.
‘I’ll tell you one thing, bro, if you don’t mean this seriously, if it’s about taking up with her again because you fancy a nice cosy weekend occasionally, no strings, then don’t message her again. Leave it. It’s unkind to her and you’ll make a fool of yourself – only, knowing you and your affairs as well and as long as I have, I don’t actually care too much about that. But Rachel is a very special person and I do care about her, and if you mess her around again, I’ll kill you.’
‘No you won’t.’
‘Don’t push your luck. But I’m serious, Simon.’
He was silent for a few moments, looking down at his feet.
‘You think I’m not?’ he said in the end.
She was saved from having to answer by Kieron calling her from upstairs.
Simon got up at the same time and headed for the spare room with only a quick ‘Goodnight’.
Nineteen
‘Cat?’
It was nearly midnight and she had just nodded of. Beside her, dosed up with more
painkillers, Kieron slept deeply.
‘I’m so sorry, I know you’re not on call –’ Luke, sounding genuinely apologetic.
‘No, I’m bloody not. What’s wrong?’