Back The Dirty Dozen
Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. About the Author
  40. Lynda La Plante Reader’s Club
  41. Letter from the author

‘It was worse for Rachel. She was in a coma after the crash and not expected to survive. It wasn’t until she came around that the doctors realised the injuries to her head had made her permanently deaf.’

Jane was surprised. ‘You were both in the crash?’

‘Yes. Not being able to hear anything after the crash made Rachel withdrawn and she stopped communicating with anyone, even me at first.’

Rachel nodded, then made some signs to Emma, and ended by touching her left wrist and holding her hand in a bent fist shape like Emma’s. Jane thought she’d grasped what she was saying.

‘Did you injure your hand in the accident?’ she asked Emma.

‘Yes, I had an open fracture, which, as you can see, never healed properly. But although my wrist movement is restricted, I can still use it well enough to work and do my sewing.’

Rachel made some signs to Emma.

‘She’s asking if your parents are still alive.’

Jane nodded.

‘Do you have any brothers or sisters?’

‘I had a brother, but he died when I was four. My sister Pam is married and has a little boy.’

Rachel held her hand open in a vertical position in front of her nose and mouth, and moved it downwards while making a sad face.

‘She’s sorry about your brother; it must have been very upsetting for you,’ Emma said.

Jane felt she could be open with them after what she’d learnt about the sisters’ parents’ death.

‘I’d just turned four and he was three when he fell into a neighbour’s pond and drowned. I didn’t really understand what had happened at the time but my parents were devastated. Sadly, I have very little memory of Michael, but I do have some photographs of him. Do you have any of your parents?’

Emma shook her head. ‘Memories are all we have, Jane. When our uncle was looking after us, he cleared all our parents’ belongings out of the house and didn’t give us any pictures of them. Looking back, I think he thought it would be best for us to try and erase them from our memories.’

‘Have you ever tried to trace him?’

‘No. He never made any form of communication after putting us in care, so as far as we were concerned, he didn’t want to know us,’ Emma said bitterly.

Jane was curious about the twins’ childhood, their time in care, and what had happened after that, but time was pressing, and she needed to get a result, be it positive or negative, for DCI Murphy by the end of the day. She got out her pocket notebook and pen and looked at Rachel.