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
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.’