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Chapters (45)
  1. Chapter One
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Three
  4. Chapter Four
  5. Chapter Five
  6. Chapter Six
  7. Chapter Seven
  8. Chapter Eight
  9. Chapter Nine
  10. Chapter Ten
  11. Chapter Eleven
  12. Chapter Twelve
  13. Chapter Thirteen
  14. Chapter Fourteen
  15. Chapter Fifteen
  16. Chapter Sixteen
  17. Chapter Seventeen
  18. Chapter Eighteen
  19. Chapter Nineteen
  20. Chapter Twenty
  21. Chapter Twenty-one
  22. Chapter Twenty-two
  23. Chapter Twenty-three
  24. Chapter Twenty-four
  25. Chapter Twenty-five
  26. Chapter Twenty-six
  27. Chapter Twenty-seven
  28. Chapter Twenty-eight
  29. Chapter Twenty-nine
  30. Chapter Thirty
  31. Chapter Thirty-one
  32. Chapter Thirty-two
  33. Chapter Thirty-three
  34. Chapter Thirty-four
  35. Chapter Thirty-five
  36. Chapter Thirty-six
  37. Chapter Thirty-seven
  38. Chapter Thirty-eight
  39. Chapter Thirty-nine
  40. Chapter Forty
  41. Chapter Forty-one
  42. Chapter Forty-two
  43. Chapter Forty-three
  44. Chapter Forty-four
  45. Acknowledgements

It’s tempting. But then I would look weak. I’d never be able to address my issues again. And I’d never get to see my kids. And I’d always be as scared as I am now. And there’s the small matter that this is probably another way that Jack is trying to get at me. Make me accuse him, then Emma magically appears. Frame me so I look mad. No. It isn’t going to happen like this. DS Percy opens the door again.

‘OK, have it your way. But you’re getting yourself into trouble, Caroline. More trouble than before.’

I hurry out of the station and onto the front concourse. I’m still seeing red but I manage to call myself a cab. I scrabble around in my handbag and finally find my house keys. I watch as the town turns to the suburbs and the tidy town houses dot the edges of the avenues.

My mind is clouded by the realisation that Emma is the one. Emma is the one Jack loves. I’m fighting this backslide but the realisation that even though she was a ten he still cheated on her as well rains down on me and I feel slightly better. I try to remember what she looks like from the journal. She seemed familiar, like I had met her before. Young. Blonde. Bubbly, perhaps. Is that what he wanted in a woman? I realise I’m crying in the taxi and the driver is looking at me in the rear-view mirror.

‘You all right, love?’

I nod.

‘Yeah. Just had a nasty shock.’

‘Oh. Police not very tactful, are they? Don’t spare no feelings.’

We turn into the street before my house and I get out there.

Chapter Thirty-seven

I rush into the house and switch on my laptop. Emma. I have to find out about Emma. Find out what game Jack is playing. I’ve slipped up a little here, taken my eye off the ball. All this with Katy has mellowed me a little. Made me think I was on the winning straight.

But he’s gone a step further. He’s framed me. Found a way to make it look like I’ve gone much, much too far. Harmed Emma Parsons. I push the flash drive home and open the PDFs right at the end. The first one is a picture of a blonde girl, young, wearing a fur coat. Then there are three more of Jack and her, taken in a booth. Both laughing. They look really happy. There are more but I need to find out about Emma.