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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

Isobel’s expression is serious, and Joe’s trying to work out if there’s a smile hiding behind her eyes when Jason’s phone rings. He watches his colleague listen, nod, grunt a few times and finish the call. ‘Work-related?’ he asks.

‘Yeah, it was Sagal. I asked her to check if there was any CCTV that could help us, but apparently Brookhill Road is a CCTV black spot.’

‘There’s a camera at the dog groomer’s a few doors up,’ Isobel offers. ‘I saw it on my way here.’

‘Very observant,’ Joe notes. ‘You know, you’d make a great forensic scientist.’

‘Yeah, I heard that.’ Isobel rolls her eyes, and Joe decides to consider it a friendly gesture.

‘Shall we stroll up there?’ Jason asks, but it’s a question that doesn’t need an answer. With a camera positioned so close to the scene, they have a very good chance of spotting the assailant either arriving or leaving the property. Joe says goodbye to Isobel, nods self-consciously at Annie, and follows Jason out of the shop.

There’s a bell above the groomer’s door and it jangles as they walk inside. It reminds Joe of buying sweets from the village store – which is weird, because he grew up in Lewisham – and the warm feeling grows when the woman behind the desk smiles at them both. On second glance, her face looks a little tired and her shoulders sit higher than they should, but she has a hazy glow about her that Joe feels drawn to.

‘Morning, gentlemen, how can I help? I’m guessing that you’re more interested in what happened at the old Delphine’s than my price list? I’m Sally by the way.’

‘Good guess,’ Jason says, beaming at her, his skills with middle-aged women at play again. ‘There was an incident at the property in the early hours of the morning.’

‘I thought I saw that the same squatter had moved back in,’ Sally says sagely. ‘My heart goes out to him, poor lad, but two incidents in one month.’ She shakes her head vaguely and lifts her eyebrows. ‘What happened?’

‘A young man was assaulted,’ Jason offers. ‘And we noticed that you have a CCTV camera outside your shopfront. Is there any chance we could take a look at the footage from last night?’

‘Assaulted? Is he going to be okay? And of course you can; it’s a pleasure to help. The camera only records when there’s motion detected outside our front door, but I guess that’s what you’re looking for, why you asked.’

‘Thanks, Sally.’