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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
  35. 30
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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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  79. 73
  80. 74
  81. Epilogue
  82. Acknowledgements
  83. Canelo Crime
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Louisa Scarr

Since then all he can see is Jonathan’s face. All he can feel on his hands is Jonathan’s skin: cold and dry. When he sleeps he feels the belt on his own neck, pulling, tightening. Jonathan getting his revenge.

He’s constantly questioned what he’s done. If Amy killing Jonny was an accident, why the belt round his neck? Why was he at the hotel? Why stage his death in such a horrific way? Why didn’t Amy call the police? Why didn’t he? Why didn’t he?

And now everything he believed about Jonathan was wrong.

He tells all this, in fits and spurts, to the detectives. He knows he shouldn’t. That he needs to get a lawyer, that someone needs to stop him, but he can’t help it. He feels like that guilty kid again. That fifteen-year-old that stopped his father. Except this time he was wrong.

Oh god, so wrong. What has he done?

‘How did Jonathan die?’ the detective asks.

‘I don’t know, I don’t know,’ Kal says. He can feel his heart beating, faster and faster. ‘He was dead when I got there.’

‘In the hotel?’

The detective doesn’t believe him. Oh god. His hands are clammy; he feels a bead of sweat run down his spine. He’s going to go to prison for murder. For his best friend’s murder.

‘Yes, in the hotel.’

‘And how did his body get there?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Who killed Jonathan, Kal?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Was it Amy?’

‘I don’t know.’

Oh god oh god oh god. What has he done?

Kal looks up. ‘I want a lawyer,’ he stutters. ‘I need a lawyer.’

61

Freya and Robin sit in Baker’s office. The look on their DCI’s face is grim.

‘So the CPS will charge Riaz for preventing the lawful burial of a body and perverting the course of justice, but not murder or conspiracy,’ Baker tells them.

‘We have no evidence he was involved in his death,’ Robin confirms.

‘And he says he just found him dead in a hotel room?’

‘Yes.’

‘The hotel room next door? And you didn’t notice this in your investigation?’

Freya glances at Butler. It’s not going well. ‘It was booked in a fake name,’ Robin explains. ‘Although Jonathan Miller’s credit card was used to pay.’ He holds his hands up apologetically. ‘We missed it, guv. Buried in all that data.’

Freya feels the blame for that one. She should have spotted it. But she was so overwrought in the days just after Jon’s death, detail wasn’t exactly her forte.

‘Forensics are working the room now,’ Robin continues. ‘But we don’t hold out much hope. Someone’s been staying in there since. It’s been cleaned many times.’

‘Bloody hell.’ Baker frowns at them both. ‘So what do you have?’