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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
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  36. 31
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  38. 33
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  42. 37
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  44. 39
  45. 40
  46. 41
  47. 42
  48. 43
  49. 44
  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. Part 3
  55. 49
  56. 50
  57. 51
  58. 52
  59. 53
  60. 54
  61. 55
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  74. 68
  75. 69
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  77. 71
  78. 72
  79. 73
  80. 74
  81. Epilogue
  82. Acknowledgements
  83. Canelo Crime
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Louisa Scarr

‘The special assignment that Baker gave me?’ she starts. ‘It was this.’ She points at the screen. ‘Looking into Trevor Stevens’ death.’

‘Trevor…’ he begins, but a horrible feeling is starting to grow.

‘The man that killed your sister and her twins, yes.’

‘But, why?’

He knows why; Steph told him. But she also told him that she’d found nothing new. Everything had been burnt to a crisp in the fire. So, what has Freya been doing?

He listens to her waffle on. Talking about anonymous emails, someone from Trevor’s AA group telling the coroner that Stevens couldn’t possibly have been drinking. That the sort of alcohol was wrong, or some other such bollocks. Freya has been to see Stevens’ wife, who said the same thing.

‘So, what?’ Robin interrupts. ‘That’s hardly reason to reopen the inquest.’

‘No, but this is.’

Freya turns the laptop round to face him, then presses play. He feels her eyes watching him, as his fix on the screen. And that’s when it dawns on him.

It’s a petrol station, not a shop, and that’s Trevor Stevens. And the other guy, the one in the black hood and jeans.

‘That’s you,’ Freya says, softly.

He stares at the video. He can hardly breathe as he watches the man talk to Trevor Stevens. Laughing, joking.

‘You follow Stevens out of the petrol station, Robin,’ Freya continues. He notices her voice is shaking. ‘What happened? What did you do?’

Robin can’t bear to watch it any more. He reaches forward and slams the lid of the laptop shut. He looks at Freya. She’s staring at him, her eyes wet, her face drawn.

‘Is that you?’ she asks quietly.

He knows she desperately wants him to say no. To come up with a reasonable explanation as to why that man looks so much like him. Or an alibi, anything, so she can breathe again. But there’s no point in lying.

‘Yes,’ he says. ‘That’s me.’

He sees her body sag. Then he adds the words that he’s kept quiet for so long. Words he thought he would take with him to the grave.

‘I killed him. I killed the man who murdered my sister.’

Part 3

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Oh, shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Freya feels the words loop in her head. Now he’s said it, confessed to murder, she realises she didn’t think through what she’d do next. This isn’t just some criminal they’ve arrested on the streets; this is Butler. Her boss.

She slumps down in the chair opposite him. It’s warm, too warm: she can feel damp patches under her arms, a faint sheen of sweat rising on her forehead. The room is quiet; the silence is deafening.