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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  62. EPILOGUE
  63. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  64. MORE FROM GEMMA ROGERS
  65. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  66. ABOUT BOLDWOOD BOOKS

‘What sad pathetic man does that to a woman?’ I asked.

Ian coughed, choking on his wine and stifling a laugh. ‘One that can’t get a woman any other way I should imagine,’ he said.

I took a large gulp of my drink and jumped up, catching the table as I went. Struggling to keep it together. ‘Excuse me, I’m going to use the ladies.’

I marched through the door and up the stairs two at a time. Shit. What the fuck was that? Was he goading me? I balled my hands into fists and paced in front of the sinks. Had I got it wrong? Had I made a massive mistake? My mind raced, and I locked myself in a cubicle. I was so furious, I’d forgotten to take my bag. It was on the floor by my chair. Would he go through it? There was nothing of interest in it to him, but I was annoyed I’d left my phone and couldn’t text Ben. The look he’d given me was cutting. What must he think of me?

I sat on the toilet, blinking back tears of rage, my blood bubbling beneath the surface. Ian deserved everything he was going to get. I didn’t care if he knew who I was. I didn’t care if he was fucking with me. I was going to enjoy every minute of this.

56

SUNDAY 28 JANUARY 2018 – DC BECKER

I exit the toilets; using my wet hands to cool the back of my neck as I make my way down the corridor. Guy is coming from the opposite direction, striding briskly, and I feign a weak smile.

‘Transport is around half an hour away,’ he says as he whisks past. I’m glad he doesn’t stop. The headache I was trying hard to keep at bay has broken through the surface and feels like a relentless woodpecker at my temple.

‘Thanks, Guy, you’ve been great today. I’m going to recommend you join the team permanently,’ I call over my shoulder.

Hicks is back at his desk, waiting for me to return and jiggling his leg up and down like an impatient child. ‘You okay?’ he asks.

I nod and take a seat, steeling myself to reveal the new information that could prove Eve’s actions were premeditated.

Hicks whistles and runs his palm across his stubble. His frustration evident, but before I can speak he jumps out of his seat. ‘Did Guy catch you? She’s getting picked up shortly,’ he begins pacing, ‘and I don’t know what else I can throw at her.’ I’ve never seen him so agitated.

‘Maybe, you’ve just got to let it go, Hicks,’ I offer, searching his eyes for a sliver of understanding or empathy.

‘I can’t let her win.’ He slams his hand down onto the desk making me jump.