Chapters (49)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Epigraph Citations
- Author Biography
TO PATRICK TRANTER (PT), FROM NATASHA DOWLING (ND)
July 21st, 1:45 a.m.
How would you feel if I killed myself? Would you even care?
7:51 a.m.
I’m really sorry about that last text. I promise I won’t send any more. I’m just feeling really down
12:03 p.m.
I know you might say no to this but would you meet me for coffee? Just for a chat. I really need to see you
11:34 p.m.
I don’t know how you can just switch off your feelings like this Patrick. I can’t do it. I need to see you
July 22nd, 12:09 a.m.
You’re a fucking bastard and I hate you I hope you die
TO ND, FROM PT:
July 22nd, 12:10 a.m.
This is the last message I’m going to send. My wife is ill. I have newborn twins. I’m sorry if I hurt you but I don’t have time for this. Please leave me alone now. I hope you get the help you need
TO PT, FROM ND:
July 22nd, 12:39 a.m.
You’re going to be sorry you said that. Really, really sorry.
1:44 a.m.
Why should you be happy when you’ve destroyed my life? Why should you get to keep what you have?
7:48 a.m.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I really miss you. Call me anytime. Or I could meet you from work, go for a coffee?
Harper put the papers down on the table.
“In light of this evidence, would you like to tell me how you know Patrick Tranter?”
Natasha glanced at the solicitor, who nodded. Wearily, she looked back at Harper, then dropped her eyes.
“He was my boyfriend. Or, I thought he was. We met in a bar, around four months ago.”
“And he tried to end it recently?”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t want it to end.”
“I suppose.”
“If you threaten to hurt a man’s family, do you think that will make him love you back?”
“I didn’t threaten him.”
“Look,” said Harper, pointing at the words on the screen, “you said, among other things, why should you get to keep what you have. Looks like a legitimate threat to me. It could easily be construed, in hindsight, as a threat to take Patrick’s children. To hurt him, the way he hurt you.”
Natasha pushed the tablet away with one finger. “I did say that. I also said, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t do what you say.”
“Patrick’s a married man. You must have known that when you got involved with him. What did you think would happen?”