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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

Tom studied the wooden table, mulling the possibilities. To stay in the job he was familiar and comfortable with, but have Kennedy or some other unknown quantity in charge, or to take on the responsibility of leadership? Ray was almost ready to move up to Detective Inspector and he’d be leading a great team. Laura, too, could be put in charge, young as she was. But Tom would miss being this close to investigations and he’d hate dealing with the media and the internal politics.

‘I think Natasha would have made a great choice,’ he said, not looking up. ‘And I’m up to my tonsils with this case. It’s hard to think beyond that right now.’

‘Hmm.’

The inspector didn’t want to see the disappointment in Sean’s eyes. And he didn’t want to say that what he really wanted was Sean back in his old job and everything to return to the way it was.

‘Right, so,’ Sean said. ‘The case. Fill me in and I’ll tell you where you’ve been going wrong. Then I’d better get back. June keeps forgetting we’re married and yet she hasn’t lost the ability to smell booze on my breath and give me a talking to. Some things never change, huh?’

CHAPTER 16

Treasa, 2009

Treasa wanted to die. Of that, she was certain.

She didn’t know how long she’d been in the cellar, but it had been a while.

She did know that her family would be looking for her.

There’d be some who’d have written her off. ‘Ah, that’s Treasa for you. She’s always on the rip. Probably gone off to Ibiza for two weeks.’

But her father would know something was wrong. Treasa rang him every day, no matter where she was or what she was doing. One time, she’d got on the wrong train out of Budapest and ended up travelling to Russia with nothing but her passport, a travellers cheque worth about €50 and a packet of ecstasy tablets stuffed in her bra. And she’d still managed to find a phone to ring him and tell him she was fine – though it had required giving some old lad in the last carriage a blowjob.

She had to ring her dad daily. He worried about her so much. Ever since … well, they didn’t talk about that.