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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
  36. 31
  37. 32
  38. 33
  39. 34
  40. 35
  41. 36
  42. 37
  43. 38
  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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  70. 64
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  73. 67
  74. 68
  75. 69
  76. 70
  77. 71
  78. 72
  79. 73
  80. 74
  81. Epilogue
  82. Acknowledgements
  83. Canelo Crime
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Louisa Scarr

‘Did you deceive Khalid Riaz, tell him that Jonathan was beating you up?’

‘No comment.’

‘Did you tell him to strip your husband’s body naked?’ Butler’s eyes flare; his jaw tightens. ‘Hang him with a belt? Suspend him, undignified, cold, rotting, in that shitty hotel room?’

She sees her solicitor cringe. ‘No comment,’ she says.

‘Did you kill your husband, Amy?’ he asks, his voice raised.

‘My client has no more to say on this matter, Detective.’

‘Yeah, no fucking comment,’ she hears Butler mutter. Then, louder for the tape: ‘Interview concluded, 12:46 p.m.’

He stands up, his chair making a bang as it hits the wall behind, and walks out of the interview room. ‘Take her back to her cell,’ she hears him snap at the uniform outside.

Amy stands up, her solicitor following her. They pause in the corridor, the uniform waiting. Amy watches Butler walk away, then stop at the end.

‘They have nothing concrete on you, Mrs Miller,’ her solicitor whispers. ‘Just hold tight and we’ll get you out of here.’

But Amy’s not listening. Butler’s talking to a woman at the end of the corridor – Amy recognises her from the funeral: the other detective, the blonde one. She’s clearly angry, glancing back at where Amy is standing.

And then, as Amy watches, she notices the woman’s manner change, her body tensing, emotion taking over. Amy frowns. Is it anger? Then it comes to her slowly. It’s grief. She should know. Butler puts his hand on the woman’s arm, his head bowed towards hers.

Amy stares. She can barely believe what she’s seeing.

In a flash, she remembers the woman’s face from the funeral. The sadness, a level of anguish you wouldn’t normally see on a detective. Especially not one so used to investigating murders.

And that’s when she knows. The blonde hair, the blue eyes – Jonathan’s type to a tee. This is the woman who was having an affair with her husband. And she’s working the case.

She feels the churn in the pit of her stomach. Her solicitor is still talking, but she’s not listening. She wants to get away. She needs to make sense of what she’s seen.

‘Take me back to my cell,’ she demands. Amy knows that all she needs to do is think. Think – and there’ll be a way she can use this to her advantage. ‘I want to be alone,’ she says again, fragments of a plan forming in her head. ‘Take me back now.’

63

‘What do you mean, he’s gone?’

Robin stares at his boss, as the three of them stand in the incident room. He’s aware he’s getting looks from his colleagues, and that shouting at his chief inspector in the middle of the office might not be a good idea, but he can’t help himself.