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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Chapter 63
  65. Acknowledgements
  66. Canelo Crime
  67. About the Author
  68. Also by Rachel Lynch

‘I suppose that’s why it’s called traumatic stress: stress that we’re not designed to deal with.’

‘Exactly.’

‘That’s well deserved, Johnny, and I know you’ll do a marvellous job. Now where’s our food, I’m ravenous.’

‘You two amaze me, with what you do for a living, I think I’d rather skip dinner.’

‘It’s a job like any other. I couldn’t do what you did. I’d be a useless soldier. What about you, Kelly?’

‘Me? A soldier? My God, I’d want a solid argument presented on moving forward before I agreed to anything.’

Johnny laughed. ‘It’s true, you’d be a liability. I can just imagine it: being briefed on a dawn raid and you questioning some brigadier and his tactics. I’d pay to see it, though.’

‘Theirs is not to reason why…’ Ted quoted Tennyson.

‘So, can you talk about the case? I don’t mind if you do,’ Johnny said.

‘It’s ugly. There are no clear pointers to a love interest or a burglary or the usual first set of theories that come to you when you first examine a scene. It was so staged,’ Kelly said.

‘I agree,’ said Ted.

‘You see, that’s the interesting bit: when you two put your heads together and postulate and chew over your vast experience. It’s the fallout I couldn’t handle. You know, the families, when kids are involved, and people doing that stuff to each other when they’re not even at war. It makes no sense.’

‘Does war make sense? Who was it that said war was just organised murder?’ Ted asked.

‘Ian Brady, the Moors murderer.’

‘That’s a whole other debate, I think I might go and see where our food is and get another drink.’ Johnny left the table.

‘He’s not proud of being ordered to kill,’ Kelly said.

‘I understand that, and I see it in him. I’ve no experience of war, and I have no desire to. Conscription had ended when I was old enough. I feel for these men who are given a rifle and told where to aim it. It’s inherently wrong. But I like Johnny immensely and I know your mother did too.’

Later, when Kelly was walked to her car, needing to get back to work, she put her arm through Ted’s on one side, and Johnny’s on the other. It was only after they’d walked five metres that she realised the intimacy of what she’d done and that it had happened so naturally. It had felt the most unpretentious thing to do and she glanced sideways to see if Ted had reacted at all. He tightened his arm and they strode on.

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