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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28
  32. CHAPTER 29
  33. CHAPTER 30
  34. CHAPTER 31
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. CHAPTER 41
  45. CHAPTER 42
  46. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  47. Also Available by Jo Spain
  48. AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

‘It doesn’t matter whether we do or don’t like him – he’s the boss,’ Tom replied, even though it pained him. ‘You heard him. We need to get something solid on Healy. And unless we catch him leaning over a shallow grave with a dead body in his arms, I don’t think we’ll be allowed a second go at him.’

‘Can we get a warrant to search his house?’

‘Like that’s going to happen. We’ll have to lean on Carney again, see if he knows something. When will he be back?’

‘Not for a few hours. I spoke to the uniforms who brought him to court; there’s a backlog of cases up there.’

‘Let’s have a chat with that chap Doyle down in West Cork,’ Tom suggested. ‘Maybe he remembers something about Healy that could help. We’ll get the others to look up his phone records for yesterday. And we’ll go over the Pauline O’Hara details again. Waterford is where it all started and it’s Healy’s hometown. Maybe we can pin something down there.’

CHAPTER 27

Pauline, 2008

Even when her kidnapper’s hands were wrapped around her throat, she hadn’t thought she was going to die.

It was painful, yes. Distressing.

But violence was something Pauline was used to.

Steve had liked to hold her neck sometimes when they had sex. He used to claim, back when he felt the need to explain himself, that it turned him on and that he thought it turned her on too. Neither of them wanted to admit what it actually was. He was raping her. Nearly strangling her was part of the fun – her powerless beneath him, crying and gasping for breath.

But Steve hadn’t wanted to kill her. He never took it that far. What would be the point when she so willingly let him beat her, the thing he got his real kicks from?

So when her kidnapper sat on her stomach and pinned her to the bed, then started to choke her, Pauline thought he’d stop. Maybe when she’d passed out, or perhaps just before. The trick was to struggle and, to be honest, it came naturally. If he was like Steve, he’d enjoy that.

She had been surprised at the sudden attack, even if she had provoked him by screaming and yelling. At the start, when he brought her to the house, he’d been kind. She had still been terrified, but his consideration had unnerved her. He claimed he just wanted her to stay with him for a while. He talked nonsense about them having a life together. She didn’t even know him, for God’s sake!