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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
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  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
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  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
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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

‘We have evidence that he was seeing someone else.’

‘Not Jonny,’ Kal scoffs.

‘You’re saying you have no idea who that was.’

‘Not a clue.’ Kal leans forward slightly over the desk. ‘Is it true? What they’re saying?’ He looks from Robin to Freya, then back again. ‘That Jonny was, you know.’

‘Was what?’

Kal glances at Freya again, as if wanting to avoid damaging her delicate sensibilities. ‘Doing that hanging thing, with the wanking?’ he finishes, lowering his voice.

‘Auto-erotic asphyxiation?’ Freya says, matter-of-fact, and Kal nods, his face colouring.

‘We’re still investigating,’ Robin replies. ‘Had you known him do anything like that in the past?’

‘Jonny? No. Not at all. Same with this affair you say he was having. He just wasn’t that sort of guy. The opposite, in fact. We arranged his stag do in Amsterdam, and we were all, you know…’

Robin did know. ‘Prostitutes?’

‘Yeah. But Jonny wouldn’t even go and watch. We bought him a blow job and everything, but he refused.’

‘How unreasonable,’ Robin says sarcastically. ‘Just before he was going to get married and everything.’

Kal gives him a look. ‘Yeah, alright, it was hardly gentlemanly. But we were in our twenties, we were having fun. Although…’ He pauses, thinking. ‘About four months ago, Amy asked me if I knew of any escort agencies. The dodgy kind. Said she was arranging a surprise for his birthday, but wouldn’t tell me what.’

‘And you gave her the name of one?’

‘Yeah. You want it, too?’

Robin gives him a disparaging look. ‘What do you think?’

They leave Kal in peace and his PA walks them to the lifts.

‘What a prince of a man,’ Freya grumbles as the doors swish closed behind them. ‘And was it just me, or does he pluck his eyebrows?’

Robin snorts, grudgingly enjoying Freya’s company. ‘They did look suspiciously precise for a man.’ They walk out of the building then head towards the Tube. ‘So Jonathan and Amy were definitely there Friday night,’ he continues. ‘Although it might be worth speaking to a few of the other guests, get confirmation.’

‘What do you make of this stuff with the escort agency?’ Freya asks. ‘What do you think his wife was up to?’

‘I don’t know,’ Robin replies. ‘But one thing’s for sure: Amy Miller isn’t as she seems.’

14

Butler falls asleep again the moment they leave Waterloo. Luckily this time he slumps up against the window, rather than on Freya’s shoulder as he did on the way there. She’d sat, frozen, his body pressed against hers, unaccustomed to a strange man being so close.