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Chapters (85)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Part 1
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
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  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
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  18. 14
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  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. Part 2
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  54. Part 3
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  81. Epilogue
  82. Acknowledgements
  83. Canelo Crime
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Louisa Scarr

‘No. It wasn’t our fault.’

She nods slowly.

‘Are you sure you don’t want to take any time off?’ he finishes.

‘Positive.’

‘Okay, then.’

They walk to their desks, switch their computers on. Robin tries to focus on the many emails he’s received since the Miller case began. The monotony of the basic admin is soothing. Warnings about not refilling pool cars with petrol. Notices about menu changes in the canteen. Life goes on.

He picks up his phone, and sends a text to Steph.

Can I see you? I need to apologise. Properly xx

He knows there are things that he will never tell her. But there is much he should, if they have any hope of being together. He needs to tell her about Georgia, and how she died.

His phone beeps. No. Please, Robin. I need some space.

He reads it, knowing she’s right. He’s a mess. Starting a new relationship now is not a good idea. But one day, perhaps. He holds out that hope. Maybe Steph, maybe not. But maybe someone.

The phone rings on his desk and he answers it.

‘DS Butler? I was told you were on call.’ It’s Control, with a potential new deployment.

‘Absolutely, what do you have?’

Robin takes the details, then looks at Freya. She’s already got her coat on, waiting.

‘Business as usual, Sarge?’ she asks. The old formalities are back, but he knows everything has changed between them. Secrets mean they are no longer colleagues, him and West. Something more. Something undefined.

But for now, there’s a dead body that needs their attention.

He smiles, then plucks the car keys out of her hand. ‘Business as usual,’ he confirms. ‘I’m driving.’

Epilogue

Olivia Cross sits at her make-up table, thinking. Around her women bustle: strippers in various states of undress. Chatter, perfume and the bassline from the club outside fill the air. But Liv doesn’t notice any of it.

She’s sitting, half-dressed, in a bra and ridiculous lace panties, ready to go on stage. She knows it’s busy out there tonight; the potential to earn extra tips has the girls excited, and she should be too. She should be making the most of it, but she can’t concentrate. She can’t stop thinking about him.

She knows Robin won’t come back and see her again, not after what Tommy did to him last time he was here. She watched him punch Robin, watched him fall, and part of her felt the satisfaction. She felt the power of the pain she could inflict. And she enjoyed the lap dance: being close to him, seeing his breath quicken, his face flush. Knowing she had got to him, that he wanted her.

But she ruined it. Amy ruined it.