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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

I can’t help smiling and congratulating myself; but it’s still only been acknowledged privately, and this needs to go public. The other thing I suddenly realise, sitting here in the police station with them looking ‘into it further’, as DC Percy told me, is that whereas the first picture could reasonably have been anyone who knows you and Christine posting the photos for some kind of sick joke, the second set means that Monica has the journal. She must have if she has photos of the multiple exes that are recorded there. If Jack has actually told DS Percy that he kept a journal of his sexual conquests, both he and the police will know Monica has it.

Part of me tells me that it’s over. On Facebook, anyway. That I’m going to have to find another way of making you and them pay, something not so public. All your Facebook friends will be focused on made-up Monica now and it will gradually sink in that this is the tip of your cheating fucking iceberg. Meanwhile, I’m making it more personal. Much more personal. I want you to suffer the way I have, the way I still suffer, because me sitting here in a police interview room is an extension of everything you did to me. But it isn’t over. If you hadn’t treated me like shit then I wouldn’t have had to do all this, would I? Oh yes, you’ll suffer, all right, not just through some private Facebook messages and some pictures of you and your not even perfect-ten girlfriends, but really suffer like I have. All I have to do is to think of how I can do this even more publicly.

DS Percy comes back with a woman who introduces herself as Linda Jones. She turns the recorder on and identifies me and them.

‘OK, Caroline. Here’s the situation. The men in the photograph that you’ve been sent have all reported stolen items: credit cards, money, watches. So we want to talk to you about a substantial amount of property being stolen from the men you met at the Premier Inns.’ Fucking hell. I’ve only taken credit cards. Haven’t I? I try to visualise my in-between self but none of it is clear. I need to check what’s in that hole. But at least it isn’t about your holdall. ‘Linda is our tech person and she’s going to show you some CCTV.’