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Chapters (93)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Sarah Clarke
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright
  6. Dedication
  7. Note to Readers
  8. Prologue
  9. December 2021
  10. Chapter 1
  11. Chapter 2
  12. Chapter 3
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. January 2003
  16. Chapter 6
  17. December 2021
  18. Chapter 7
  19. Chapter 8
  20. February 2003
  21. Chapter 9
  22. December 2021
  23. Chapter 10
  24. Chapter 11
  25. Chapter 12
  26. March 2003
  27. Chapter 13
  28. December 2021
  29. Chapter 14
  30. Chapter 15
  31. Chapter 16
  32. Chapter 17
  33. April 2003
  34. Chapter 18
  35. December 2021
  36. Chapter 19
  37. Chapter 20
  38. Chapter 21
  39. Chapter 22
  40. April 2003
  41. Chapter 23
  42. December 2021
  43. Chapter 24
  44. Chapter 25
  45. Chapter 26
  46. April 2003
  47. Chapter 27
  48. December 2021
  49. Chapter 28
  50. Chapter 29
  51. Chapter 30
  52. Chapter 31
  53. Chapter 32
  54. Chapter 33
  55. Chapter 34
  56. May 2003
  57. Chapter 35
  58. December 2021
  59. Chapter 36
  60. May 2003
  61. Chapter 37
  62. December 2021
  63. Chapter 38
  64. Chapter 39
  65. Chapter 40
  66. Chapter 41
  67. Chapter 42
  68. Chapter 43
  69. Chapter 44
  70. Chapter 45
  71. Chapter 46
  72. Chapter 47
  73. Chapter 48
  74. Chapter 49
  75. Chapter 50
  76. April 2003
  77. Chapter 51
  78. December 2021
  79. Chapter 52
  80. June 2003
  81. Chapter 53
  82. December 2021
  83. Chapter 54
  84. Chapter 55
  85. Chapter 56
  86. January 2022
  87. Chapter 57
  88. Epilogue
  89. A Letter from Sarah Clarke
  90. Keep Reading …
  91. Acknowledgements
  92. Dear Reader …
  93. 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.’