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Chapters (85)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Part 1
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. Part 2
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. 29
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  42. 37
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  45. 40
  46. 41
  47. 42
  48. 43
  49. 44
  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. Part 3
  55. 49
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  79. 73
  80. 74
  81. Epilogue
  82. Acknowledgements
  83. Canelo Crime
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Louisa Scarr

And after – shit – the guilt. What Jonathan had done to Amy was unforgivable, but screwing his best mate’s wife was not the solution. And without a condom, either. He’d only realised at the last minute, and pulled out, coming violently across her bare stomach. He had one child in the mix already; he didn’t want another. But it was okay, Amy told him by text. She wasn’t pregnant, and she hadn’t told Jonathan.

And now he’s dead. Jonny will never know, but here she is again. And she’s not hanging around. One hand is rubbing the crotch of his jeans, the other is up his shirt, and she’s kissing him, hard. He pulls away. He can’t do this.

She looks at him, her pupils wide and dilated.

‘Amy, no,’ he says, but her hand is still there, now trying to find its way into his trousers. He grabs her wrist. ‘Stop it.’

She smiles. ‘It’s okay, I want this.’

‘I don’t.’ She tries again with her other hand. ‘Stop it,’ Kal says again, standing up and moving away from her quickly. He feels sickened by what she’s doing. ‘Your husband’s just died,’ he says. ‘My friend…’

Amy sits back on the sofa, her face dark. ‘You didn’t care much about your friend while he was alive, why do you give a shit now?’

‘We shouldn’t have done that then. It was wrong.’

‘He was a bastard, Kal. A cheating, wife-beating bastard,’ she shouts. ‘He deserved to die.’

Kal shakes his head. He feels his throat tighten; a sudden sob comes up from his chest. ‘You need to leave.’

‘I’m not going. We need to do this.’ She gets up from the sofa and stands next to him on her tiptoes, trying to kiss him again. ‘I want you, Kal. I need you.’

But he places his hands on her shoulders and pushes her away. She backs off, stumbling slightly. ‘Kal…’

‘Go!’ He shouts at her this time. ‘You need help, Amy. This—’ He points to her. ‘This isn’t normal. Get some fucking help.’

She glares at him, then picks up her shoes and angrily stalks out of his house. He hears the front door slam, but he stays standing in the middle of the room. His hands are shaking, and he raises them to his face, covering his mouth.

What have I done? he thinks. What the fuck have I done?

41

The weekends are the worst, Robin’s always known that. Long drifts of time, punctuated by no more than the memories of what his life used to be like. Work fills the void for the main, and this Saturday has been no exception – hours have passed, Robin glued to his computer catching up on old case work, distracting him away from the lack of progress on Jonathan Miller.