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  1. PERFECT CRIME
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. Can’t get enough of the Perfect series?
  48. Chapter 1
  49. Loved Perfect Silence? Then why not get back to where it all started with book one of the D.I. Callanach series?
  50. Welcome to Edinburgh.Murder capital of Europe.
  51. The worst dangers are the ones we can’t see …
  52. When silence falls, who will hear their cries?
  53. About the Author
  54. By the same author:
  55. About the Publisher

Shaking his head, Callanach grabbed his jacket and car keys. It wouldn’t have done any good to force an explanation from Lively. The man wasn’t exactly a sharer on his best days and when he decided to be stubborn, he could run a masterclass for spoiled sixteen-year-old girls denied a shopping trip. Better to ask Ava what was going on, he decided, especially given that she was already waiting to talk to him.

Chapter Nineteen

10 March

It wasn’t Osaki Shozo’s day. He’d woken up in the morning to find his wife and her lover sleeping on the couch, contemplated throwing a bowl of cold water over them both, then decided he didn’t want to make a scene. They would write that on his tombstone, but not any time soon. Instead, he was going off the grid.

Further research had revealed that his wife would be able to file for divorce on the grounds of desertion after two years. There weren’t any assets to make the financial settlement bothersome. No joint bank account, no loans. His parents would have to put up with him disappearing from their life rather than him ending his. It was a compromise of sorts for the dishonour he’d brought upon them.

He’d showered, shopped for lunch and returned home, by which time his wife and her close friend had vacated the apartment. He managed to resist the temptation to pick up the couch cushions that were scattered across the floor. A week ago he was still cleaning up after them, washing their coffee mugs and putting down the toilet seat when it had been left up.

At first, it had hurt that she’d chosen to go with the sort of man who couldn’t even put the seat down. Now, Osaki had decided she was getting exactly what she deserved. Sooner or later, the honeymoon period would wear off and then she’d realise what she’d lost. Or maybe not, but by then he’d be far enough away that he could believe whatever he liked.

Finding systems-based work in Edinburgh had been impossible, but getting a position on a fishing trawler setting sail for Iceland had proved incredibly easy. He wasn’t there to fish, the captain had laughed at him when he’d asked to join the crew for those purposes, but they’d needed what amounted to a housekeeper on board. He’d be cooking, cleaning, washing and doing the lowest of chores for the rest of the crew, who needed to eat, sleep and haul the catch from the sea into the hold, and not be bothered by anything else.