Chapters (103)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Thursday
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Friday
- Chapter 11
- Saturday
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Sunday
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Monday
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Tuesday
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Wednesday
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Thursday
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Friday
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Three Months Later
- Chapter 85
- A message from TM Logan
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Copyright
‘But you were angry, right?’
‘Of course I was angry.’
‘You beat him up, didn’t you?’
‘No.’
‘You beat the shit out of him in that car park. You gave him what he deserved, didn’t you, Joe? I would have, in the same position.’
‘No, that isn’t what happened.’
‘But then you realised you’d gone too far.’
I shook my head, unease crawling through my veins like a toxin.
‘I didn’t even know about the affair then.’
‘He punched you, and you didn’t retaliate?’
‘I pushed him. That’s all.’
‘You punched him?’
‘No. I never hit him.’
‘Why not?’
‘He’s half my size.’
That was a stupid thing to say.
‘So would you say you’re a lot bigger, physically stronger and more powerful than this man who was shagging your wife and has now gone missing?’
I tried to stay calm, think about what I said next before it came out of my mouth.
‘He’s not missing, not in the way you’re talking about it.’
‘But you’re a lot taller and stronger than him.’
‘I suppose so.’
‘You’re a big bloke, I bet you hit pretty hard.’
‘I told you, I didn’t hit him.’
‘But you left him there, on the ground? Weren’t you concerned about him?’
‘My son was having an asthma attack, a bad one. I thought he was going to die on me. I went back as soon I could to check Ben was OK, but he had already gone.’
Naylor frowned, lines bunching together across his forehead.
‘Gone where, do you think?’
‘I don’t know. Just gone.’
‘So he was in a bad way when you left him, then?’
It occurred to me that I had already said too much. Probably way too much.
‘Am I being arrested?’
Naylor smiled, the frown lines on his forehead disappearing.
‘Of course not. You can leave whenever you want.’
‘So I can leave now?’
‘Yup.’
‘I can just get up and walk out if I want to?’
‘That’s right.’
He paused, as if daring me to do just that. Now I knew I was free to leave, it seemed churlish to do it when I had nothing to hide. But I suddenly felt intensely claustrophobic, as if I might be stuck here forever if I didn’t get out now.
‘And what happens next?’
‘We continue to gather evidence. On the back of these blood results’ – he indicated the green file – ‘I’ll be requesting additional support to carry out a full proof-of-life inquiry over the next thirty-six hours, starting this morning.’
‘What’s a proof-of-life inquiry?’