Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Rachel Lynch
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Chapter 56
Nellie put on her coat slowly. She felt as though everybody’s eyes were on her. The police woman behind the desk, who reissued her private belongings, seemed to be smirking at her. The officer who opened the door for her, and offered to call a cab, seemed to mock her and watch as she walked down the steps. She felt dirty and very alone. The lawyer from Tactika had already gone.
Her father would have known what to do, but then she realised that he would also have been angry with her for failing to follow basic rules. It had been so easy. Her instructions from George were abundantly clear, and he’d even started to tidy up with her, helping to carry bags and cart equipment to outhouses. He’d spent hours going through Bart’s computers and deleting things. She could guess what he was getting rid of. She was under no illusion what would happen next.
But no one would understand that it wasn’t her fault.
When faced with no choice, what does a person do? She didn’t feel sorry for any of the girls. They had to accept their position in life and get on with it, just like she had. She knew that everybody would feel sorry for the girls, and everybody would point their fingers at her. Bart was safe; he’d escaped. He would never be brought to justice. Donald would be better off dying in the hospital. So she was the one who’d be held accountable. These things had been done on her property, and she’d allowed them. She’d found the girls. She’d helped set up introductions, she’d taken money and enjoyed the lifestyle, all so it stopped happening to her.