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Chapters (50)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication Page
  4. Contents
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Ninteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Epilogue
  48. Letter From the Author
  49. Acknowledgements
  50. About the Author

I banged on the cell door. After a while, a policeman in a uniform with a white stain like baby sick on one shoulder, came to the door.

‘After room service?’ he said.

‘I need to talk to DC Moseley or DI Jones.’

‘You’ll have to wait,’ he said. ‘Try to enjoy the facilities.’

‘But Charlie will be getting away. She’s probably planting something in my flat right now, trying to frame me.’

He chuckled. ‘I’ll pass that on.’

‘What about my phone call? I want to call my sister. And my solicitor? You can’t keep me here indefinitely.’

‘Patience is a virtue,’ he said, shutting the door in my face.

Fifteen minutes later, it opened again. I rose from the bench, expecting to hear that I could make my call or talk to my solicitor. But it was the policeman with the baby sick stain again, and he was escorting someone else into the cell.

It was a tall middle-aged man, balding but fit-looking. I must have gawped at him because he gave me a dirty look before going to sit on the bench and putting his face in his hands. A moment later, he sprang up and stared pacing around, muttering to himself.

‘What are you staring at?’ he snapped.

His voice was middle-class, private educated. He was wearing an expensive watch and the kind of suit I could never afford.

I had recognised him the moment he’d entered the room. Had seen his picture on his own website.

It was Lance.

Thirty-eight

Thirty-eight

I was sharing my tiny cell with the man who had terrified and attacked my best friend. I had never met him before, despite the work I’d done for Wowcom, so he had no idea who I was. The police must have gone to talk to him after Sasha’s call this morning, had brought him in for questioning.

I could have kept my mouth shut. But I was so agitated that I couldn’t help myself.

‘I know who you are,’ I said, as Lance continued to pace the cell.

He stopped dead.

‘You’re Lance Hendrix. From Wowcom.’

He eyed me warily. I expect he thought I had seen his profile in Wired or a Sunday newspaper, that I was going to hit him with a business idea, pitch for an investment. Or, more likely, he was worried that when I got out of this cell I would leak news of his arrest. I am sure he had a lawyer to match his expensive watch and suit, someone who would be doing everything they could to not only get their client off but keep his face out of the papers.

‘You deserve everything you get,’ I said.

I wished in that moment that I could have taken a picture of his face, of his jaw literally dropping, and send it to Sasha.

‘What the bloody hell are you talking about?’ he said when he’d recovered.