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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
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  45. 40
  46. 41
  47. 42
  48. 43
  49. 44
  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. Part 3
  55. 49
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  80. 74
  81. Epilogue
  82. Acknowledgements
  83. Canelo Crime
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Louisa Scarr

He continues to wander through his house. He remembers answering the door to Liv, but not a lot after that. He walks into the hallway, then stops. He stares at his bag, hanging where it always is, on the banister at the bottom of the stairs. But unlike normal, the top is zipped up.

Slowly, a feeling of dread building in his stomach, he opens it and looks inside. His wallet is there. He pulls it out; the cash is gone, but all the cards are in their usual place. He digs again. And there’s his warrant card, still attached to its lanyard.

He breathes out a slow sigh of relief. Then looks again, and he realises that he has a problem. His investigator’s notebook, the formal police record of all lines of enquiry and decisions on a case. The one for Jonathan Miller.

It’s gone.

26

‘What the hell is this?’ Amy asks, holding up the flimsy purple notebook. ‘I thought you were going to get something useful?’

They’re sitting in Amy’s kitchen, mugs of freshly brewed coffee in front of them.

‘What did you expect?’ Liv snaps. ‘He’s hardly going to let me log in to his secret police files, or whatever he uses.’

Amy sighs, and flicks through the pages. The man has the handwriting of a lobotomised spider, small scribbled black letters running into each other, most of it incoherent.

‘It’s going to take me ages to read this.’

‘Well, next time get it yourself. He’s going to know it was me; there’s no way I’m going back.’

‘I didn’t tell you to drug the guy. I thought you’d just get him pissed.’

‘Yeah, well, it was going to take too long.’

Amy leans back on the sofa. She sees Liv’s face, scowling and angry. She knows she shouldn’t be so harsh. ‘I’m sorry, Livia. I’m sorry.’ Liv’s face softens a little. ‘I’m just scared, that’s all.’

Liv leans forward and gives her a hug. ‘They know Jonathan’s death had nothing to do with you. They’re just fishing.’

Amy nods. She’s been telling herself that. What could they possibly know? But they have already worked out more than she anticipated.

Kal told them about the escort agency, stupid prick. And they found Olivia. Now all they need to do is make the connection between Olivia and Amy, and questions will be asked. But Liv is right; it’s going to be okay.

She looks at the notebook again. She flicks to the last page; she can just make out the writing. Camera? Links to??

Camera, what camera? She frowns. She flicks back again. A list of names, people from Kal’s party. Jonathan’s social media accounts. Something she can’t make out about a buckle on a belt.