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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
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  46. 41
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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

Robin takes a long breath in. ‘We have video of Amy Miller beating herself up—’

‘Which is strange, but not a crime.’

‘We can put Riaz at the hotel and in the car because of the CCTV and the telematics. And we know Jonathan Miller wasn’t at work on Monday.’

‘But Amy Miller was.’ Freya can see Baker losing his temper, his eyes narrowing, his body tensing.

‘Yes, guv. She has an alibi.’

‘Christ, Butler!’ Baker shouts. ‘What are you arresting her for? You can’t even prove when Miller was killed!’

Robin looks at the floor. Freya knows he’s right. But they’re so close. Khalid’s confession was incomplete before he lawyered up, but they know Amy is implicated, there is no doubt. She feels the frustration. An unbearable tension of knowing that they are so close to the truth. It makes her muscles ache and her stomach contract in knots. They’re on the brink of getting an arrest for this. Getting justice for her Jon. And that means more to her than anything else.

‘Guv,’ she begins, her voice shaking slightly. ‘Let us arrest her.’ She can feel herself gabbling, but this is their last desperate chance to convince him. ‘Riaz’s testimony is enough, you know that. Jonathan Miller was drugged. And the video proves something strange is going on with that woman.’ Baker blinks at her tone, but stays quiet. ‘Then we can search her house properly. See what else we can find.’

Baker sits back in his seat. Robin looks at her, the faint hint of a smile on his face, then over at the DCI.

‘Fine.’

‘Sorry, guv?’

‘Fine,’ he says again to Freya. ‘Arrest her. But if she puts another complaint in about your skipper,’ he says, gesturing to Robin, ‘I can’t protect you. And I hope to god you find something that proves she killed him.’

62

Thursday

Fuck you.

Amy sits ramrod straight in the interview room, staring directly at Detective Sergeant Robin fucking Butler. I will not be intimidated by you, she thinks, over and over in her head. Fuck you.

She looks closely at the man accusing her of her husband’s murder. His hair could do with a cut, he’s obviously made the effort to shave this morning, but his skin is sallow, he looks tired. Worse than her, she thinks. She’s been here overnight, in that stinking, putrid cell, but she knows her hair is still clean, make-up in place.

She didn’t know they were going to arrive the evening before, but like every day, she’d made the effort. Prepared for anything life might throw at her, and today is turning out to be no exception.

Her solicitor sits next to her, primed and on the alert, iPad in his hand. She was ready.