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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

‘I’m professional enough to be able to work with you without being overcome by my feelings and turning to jelly every time you walk into a room, so I’ll be fine.’

‘What about me? Do you really not care at all how I feel?’ he asked, arms folded, still naked, leaning against the doorframe as she dragged on her boots.

‘I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that,’ she said. ‘Those other items need to be returned to the women you took them from. Do you want me to do that, or are you going to sort out your own crap?’

‘I’ll do it first thing in the morning,’ he said. ‘Listen, you can’t drive. I’ll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed. Tomorrow, we can try to put this right …’

‘Tomorrow, I’ll have my head straight and I’ll be at my desk trying to solve five different murders. I suggest you do the same.’ She switched on her mobile. ‘I’m calling a cab. Thanks for the legal advice. I can wait for it just fine outside.’

Snatching up her slate from the floor, she shoved it in her coat pocket and made for the door.

‘Ava,’ Callanach said quietly. ‘This can’t be over. I made a mistake. A huge mistake that looks weird, I know, but really it’s just reflective of the crisis I was going through when I arrived in Scotland. I’m hoping you’ll see it for what it really is when you’re less angry.’

‘You don’t get it, do you? Trust is everything to me and of all the people who should get that, it’s you. We weren’t just colleagues. I thought we were friends. We had each other’s backs. Natasha might have known me longer than anyone else, but you … I let you see every vulnerable part of myself. I held nothing back from you, Luc. Nothing. And I find you’re keeping secrets like this …

‘You think this just looks superficially weird? I’m a fucking expert in weird. I deal with it every day at work. I looked it in the eyes when I was held captive. You know what I don’t need? I don’t need even more goddamn weird in my personal life when I’m in the bedroom of a man who I thought was my rock, when I’m looking for condoms – condoms, of all frigging things! – in the bathroom cabinet of the man I thought that maybe I was in love with!’

She turned, ripped the door opened and slammed it closed behind her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

12 March