Chapters (83)
- Cover
- Maps
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Epilogue
- About the Author
The voice makes her jump and whip around. Placated by the fact that Leo Friis is carrying a pint in each hand and puts one of them down in front of her, she chooses not to protest when he sits down across from her without asking.
‘I was talking to Smeed,’ she says. ‘Not you.’
‘What did he do now? Or say?’
‘That I have twenty-four hours to find your little angel on my own with no resources or anything to go on.’
Leo wipes the foam from his top lip.
‘Twenty-four hours,’ he says. ‘And then you’ll file an official report, or so Kore tells me. You realise what that means, right?’
‘I do, but what do you people want from me? Are we supposed to do everything we can to find her or keep things on the down-low? Make your damn minds up, will you?’
‘Look, we’re obviously worried about her just up and vanishing, but I think we should hold off a few more days. She might be in hiding, like her ex said. And the media’s going t—’
‘Maybe that’s exactly what she wants,’ Karen breaks in. ‘To give the papers a reason to write about her again. Maybe she’s starting to realise her ten-year absence means a new album might not set the world on fire after all. But a bit of police involvement, on the other hand, that would boost sales, right?’
Leo stares at her mutely, an expression of surprise and repulsion on his face.
‘Maybe you’re all in on it,’ Karen continues. ‘A brilliant PR plan you’re using me to put into action.’
Leo Friis turns his eyes skyward with a groan, as though asking the heavens to give him strength.
‘You’re being fucking paranoid,’ he says. ‘What’s going on with you, Karen? You’re hissing like a cat at everyone. At me, Sigrid, your boss . . . And this hatred of Luna. Is it because everyone else likes her that you can’t stand her?’
‘Of course not. She just annoyed me when we met. I don’t like people who think they’re above everyone else. Pretending to be so goddamn . . . good.’
‘Are you sure she’s pretending? Maybe she’s actually pretty decent. A good person, simply put.’
‘Thanks, I googled her. I know all about her charity work. I’ve just been reading about her donations to build schools and hospitals and wells in Africa. I’ve learnt everything there is to know about her five adopted children, who all have disabilities, and her advocacy for LGBTQI+ issues. I know she’s still a gay icon. And a vegan,’ she adds.
‘Those hardly sound like indefensible crimes to me. More like—’
‘Fine, yes, I understand that she might have done some nice things.’
‘But . . . ?’
She gives up. Leo’s right.