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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
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  46. 41
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  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. Part 3
  55. 49
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  80. 74
  81. Epilogue
  82. Acknowledgements
  83. Canelo Crime
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Louisa Scarr

His tone is softer this time, and to her horror she finds tears blurring her vision.

‘We were in love,’ she manages. ‘He was going to leave Amy.’

‘But why?’ Butler says. He gets up and fetches a piece of kitchen towel from the side and hands it to her, sitting back down, his concern battling against his anger. ‘Why did you stay on the case? Hearing all those details? That must have been…’ He shakes his head, resigned and tired. ‘No one should see their loved one like that.’

Freya wipes her eyes and blows her nose. ‘I knew if I told you, I’d be off the investigation. And I knew that there was no way Jon killed himself. Especially like that.’

He stops, staring at the floor. She can see he’s thinking, no doubt trying to decide what to do with her. ‘Why didn’t you trust me to do my job?’ he asks at last.

Freya looks at him. ‘It’s not that. I did. I just…’ She dabs at her eyes again. ‘When we left the house on that first day, you thought it was DV. You thought he’d been abusing her, and I knew it wasn’t true. I didn’t trust her. I thought she’d manipulate you, the same way she manipulated Jon.’

Freya stands up, then walks to the living room. She reaches under the sofa and pulls out the laptop.

Butler sees it and sighs, long and loud. ‘Oh, Freya.’ He takes it out of her hand and sets it on the table, looking at it. ‘It’s Jonathan’s?’ Freya nods, miserably. ‘Where did you get it?’

‘I nicked it. From his house. I didn’t want you to find it and know about me.’

‘But… oh shit.’ He shakes his head. ‘How are we going to explain this?’ He looks at her, worry clear on his face. ‘Baker will suspend you. He’ll have to. Tampering with evidence. Interfering with a police investigation. Burglary?’

‘I know.’ Freya stares at the bit of kitchen roll clutched in her fingers. Then she looks up at her boss. She knows she has to tell him. ‘But that’s not the worst thing that’s happened this week.’

She pulls her own laptop over and opens the lid. The video is still showing on the screen. She sees her boss glance at it, then back at her, confused.

‘I found this,’ she says.

48

Robin’s anger has faded. Seeing the devastated look on Freya’s face just confirmed what he already knew – that she had made a terrible mistake, but that she’d done it out of her love for this guy. And he knows what love can make you do.

But now this laptop’s in front of him his anger has turned to confusion. He looks at the video on Freya’s computer. It’s paused, two grainy figures in what seems to be a shop.