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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

Later, when Ben was out picking up the pizza, I had a call from Detective Emmerson. She asked me how I was holding up and said she wanted to get in touch to give me an update. She was pleasant, but I couldn’t miss the detached tone of business in her voice. She informed me that during the initial search of the area, no condom was found. If he’d used one, then he’d likely taken it with him, but they had searched all the bins in the vicinity of the park and were sifting through the rubbish. They’d retrieved CCTV from some residents in the surrounding streets, at both entrances to the park, and were looking through those images. My clothes were at the lab being tested, but no results were available yet.

‘We’re looking at historic cases to see if there’s any links. Also, I need to ask you to look through some identity photos of potential suspects in the next few days, if you wouldn’t mind coming back to the station?’

‘Sure,’ I replied. I was positive that even though I barely saw him I’d be able to pick those eyes out anywhere. She said she would call back to arrange a date, before going on to recommend the charity Victim Support, who were great in cases like mine. I took down their contact details, saying I would check them out.

Our conversation left a bad taste in my mouth. Emmerson didn’t say it, but I was certain she thought he’d attacked before. As did I. He knew what he was doing; he was too calm, completely in control of the situation. I couldn’t believe it was his first time. They would catch him, wouldn’t they? Surely with his DNA, which must be on some of my clothing, he would be found. If only I hadn’t taken that bath, they might have had more and been able to find him in the system. Assuming he was in the system at all. It hadn’t crossed my mind he wouldn’t be. Unless he’d never been caught?

7

HIM

She smelt like blossom. The scent of her shampoo drifting upwards as I yanked her hair and felt her quiver beneath me. I’m sure she enjoyed it although she barely made a sound. I can still smell her on my gloves. How I wish I could feel her again, this time skin on skin. So small, cowering like a mouse. It made me harder than I’d ever been.