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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. FOUR DAYS BEFORE
  6. Sour Hound
  7. Sucked Back In
  8. Lucie Muller
  9. White Wolf, Black Wolf
  10. THREE DAYS BEFORE
  11. Crumbled Away
  12. Bit of a Punk
  13. Disturbance in the Force
  14. Knocking the Walls Off
  15. Don’t Call Me, I’ll Call You
  16. Appropriately Medicated
  17. Friends in Common
  18. Lifestyle
  19. Who?
  20. Oscar
  21. Police Brutality
  22. TWO DAYS BEFORE
  23. Sorry
  24. Client Confidentiality
  25. Glass
  26. Chateau Lafite 2000
  27. There’s a Man With a Gun
  28. For Your Own Safety
  29. Fire
  30. Stark Night
  31. ONE DAY BEFORE
  32. Green
  33. It’s Not The World – It’s How You Look At It
  34. Familiar
  35. Volunteer Number Six
  36. A Very Dangerous Game
  37. DAY ZERO
  38. Junk
  39. Just Like the Others
  40. Burn
  41. Is This a Joke?
  42. Schizo
  43. Sour Hound II
  44. Moonlight
  45. Make Them Pay
  46. Bite
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgements
  49. WELCOME TO AMSTERDAM
  50. THE BEGINNING

Funny, I’ve been told that my whole life. Somehow it’s comforting to hear. Vermeer and Jansen disappear into their car. Again I tell myself I should just let it go. But I slip off the wall and step over quickly to knock on the car’s window. It slides down.

‘Yes?’ she asks in a sweeter-than-sweet voice.

‘You came to me, insinuating that I’d got the investigation wrong and sent an innocent man to prison and possibly left the real killer free to kill again.’

‘Yes?’

‘And I brought you Huisman. Without me you wouldn’t have discovered his alibi was probably worthless.’

‘Again, yes. Your point being?’

I think of the letter in my pocket. I think of Joel’s proposal. I also think of Lucie Muller, and of a man in prison, put there by me, who may not have been her killer after all. I think, even though I’m trying hard not to, whether it’s possible that a mistake I made years ago has caused Marianne Kleine to die in a pool of her own blood, her last seconds spent watching her life seep right out of her.

‘My point is this case is clearly connected to the Muller case. Which was mine and –’

‘Exactly. Was. It’s called the past tense.’ Her finger stabs a button and the car comes alive.

‘Is my case if it’s reopened. I can put a request in, and given what I discovered about Huisman I think there’s a very good chance it will be reopened.’

She reaches out and turns the engine off.

Jansen’s sitting in the passenger seat. I think he’s on my side. But who knows?

‘It might get reopened,’ she concedes. ‘But given your record, and the fact that I’m investigating the Kleine murder already it’ll come to me.’

‘Maybe. Or maybe they’ll want a larger team on it, maybe they’ll bring in someone else because the only break you’ve had so far has come from me, not you.’

‘I don’t think that’s likely.’

‘You want to take the risk? Go for it.’

She smiles again as the window glides up. The engine roars, the tyres bite hard and I’m breathing fumes. I watch them go. As the car disappears round the corner I decide it’s probably for the best. Going down this path is only going to end one way.