Chapters (93)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Sarah Clarke
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Note to Readers
- Prologue
- December 2021
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- January 2003
- Chapter 6
- December 2021
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- February 2003
- Chapter 9
- December 2021
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- March 2003
- Chapter 13
- December 2021
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- April 2003
- Chapter 18
- December 2021
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- April 2003
- Chapter 23
- December 2021
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- April 2003
- Chapter 27
- December 2021
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- May 2003
- Chapter 35
- December 2021
- Chapter 36
- May 2003
- Chapter 37
- December 2021
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- April 2003
- Chapter 51
- December 2021
- Chapter 52
- June 2003
- Chapter 53
- December 2021
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- January 2022
- Chapter 57
- Epilogue
- A Letter from Sarah Clarke
- Keep Reading …
- Acknowledgements
- Dear Reader …
- About the Publisher
As the lift light shines that they’ve reached the first floor, Joe waits for the door to slide open and takes a deep breath. He’s been with Wandsworth CID for nearly five years and has been involved in hundreds of attacks on teenagers over that time, from drunken fights between mates gone wrong, to stabbings initiated by warring gangs. It’s all too easy to treat new victims as just one more, forget that they are all the centre of someone’s world, and most with mothers who still remember tucking them in at night. This kid they’re seeing now might be half a foot taller than him, and full of patter on the night they met, but he’s still got his whole life ahead of him, and last night someone tried to take that from him.
The pair of them walk up to the reception desk and wait to be noticed. It was Joe’s day off yesterday, so he only found out about Mark’s attack when he came on shift at eight o’clock this morning. He was reading the details in the handover book when his sergeant, DS Flackwell, had wandered over and offered to give him the lowdown personally – while also neatly dropping the case in Joe’s lap.
A member of the public had seen Mark Sullivan sparko through the shop unit window in the early hours on their way home from a Christmas party. Apparently inspired by the post about Beth Packard dabbling in heroism a couple of weeks earlier, they’d assumed a drug overdose and phoned the emergency services. By the time the paramedics arrived, the good Samaritan had wandered off and Mark was crawling around on the pavement. He was clearly under the influence, but there was also a deep red ligature mark around his neck. With a suspected spinal fracture, he was collared and blocked, and taken to A&E at St George’s, where he was treated overnight. His condition has been described as stable, but he’s currently unconscious in ICU.
It hadn’t taken the on-duty CID long to work out Joe’s connection with Mark – the initial arrest for drug offences, and the allegation made by Mr Packard against him – or for them to flag to DS Flackwell that Joe might just be the man for the job. Luckily, it seems they were also out of the blocks quickly with the initial investigation. The on-call forensics officer has already been to the hospital, and shared photographs of Mark’s wounds. And a SOCO team are heading to the crime scene this morning.
‘Can I help you?’
‘DC Stone, Wandsworth CID,’ Joe says, showing his badge to the nurse who’s appeared behind the reception desk. ‘And this is DC Worthing.’