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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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  32. 27
  33. 28
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  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. Part 3
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  80. 74
  81. Epilogue
  82. Acknowledgements
  83. Canelo Crime
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Louisa Scarr

But Bethany frowns. ‘I don’t think so. It wasn’t that she didn’t need them, it was more that she didn’t want them. And I didn’t care,’ she continues. ‘I wasn’t sad to see her go. She was one of the more attractive ones around here, but there was just something about her. She wasn’t that popular.’

They open the door, and Bethany places her hand on Robin’s arm. ‘Any time you want to reconsider, handsome,’ she says. ‘You know where we are.’

Robin and Freya walk back and climb into the car.

‘Why do you think she was doing it?’ Freya asks, thoughtfully.

‘The risk? Trying to please the men? I don’t know,’ Robin replies. He starts the engine. ‘He didn’t tell you about any of this?’

Freya shakes her head sadly, then glances back to the house. ‘You’d never know, would you?’ she says. ‘From the outside.’ Robin shrugs. ‘Sure it’s not your thing, Sarge?’ she adds with a cheeky grin. ‘Free, easy sex? Every man’s dream.’

‘Why does everyone keep on assuming I’m into this stuff?’ Robin mutters.

‘You’ve got that air about you.’

Robin screws up his face.

‘A man with secrets,’ Freya adds darkly. ‘If only they knew.’

56

The case is getting weirder and weirder. So the person who liked the sex clubs is still alive, and the one who didn’t is dead. Freya goes back to her background checks; Robin switches from screen to screen debating where to go next.

He stares at the whiteboard, at the timeline of the weekend before Jonathan Miller’s death. The party, the quiet weekend with his wife, working from home on Monday. Robin wishes they had the laptop back from the techies, and picks up the phone.

‘When?’ he asks sharply when the voice at the other end – Robin doesn’t care who – says they haven’t got to it yet.

‘I’ll do it now,’ the voice stutters in reply.

Next to him, Freya gets up and leaves, mentioning something about PC Watts. Robin watches her go. She seems okay, more focused if anything. But he can’t help wondering what’ll happen if they don’t find a way forward for this investigation. What then?

She has the disc with the CCTV of him speaking to Trevor Stevens. When he offered to confess, he wasn’t bluffing, but he doesn’t like to think about what would become of a guy like him. Prison isn’t kind to coppers, especially ex-Major Crimes detectives.

He turns to look again at the background information Freya has started on Khalid Riaz. Nothing of note in terms of convictions, but then something interesting on file just as he turned fifteen.

An arrest for GBH, charges dropped. Biological samples taken at the time were destroyed. Seems lenient, Robin thinks. He opens up the file and starts reading.