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

She opened the door, which was on a safety chain, and, peering around the gap, saw a distraught-looking Pam holding Nathan on one shoulder and a small holdall over the other. Jane could see Pam had been crying and realised it would seem strange if she didn’t ask why. She undid the chain and opened the door.

‘What on earth are you doing here?’

Pam started to cry. ‘Tony’s admitted having sex with another woman and I’ve left him. I didn’t want to go to Mum and Dad’s – can I stay with you please?’

‘Oh my God. Of course you can.’ She took the holdall from Pam’s shoulder. ‘Put Nathan in my bed for now.’

Jane wondered what Tony had said, but knew if he’d mentioned her involvement at the police station Pam would have flown off the handle and confronted her right away.

‘Do you want a cup of tea?’

‘Have you anything stronger?’

‘I’ve got some brandy.’

‘That and a coffee would be nice.’

While Pam settled Nathan down in bed, Jane poured two large brandies and prepared two cups of coffee while the kettle boiled. She wondered if she should be up front and tell Pam about speaking to Tony after his arrest, or wait and see what Pam said, and if Tony had lied about his arrest, then tell her the truth.

Pam came into the kitchen, tore off a piece of kitchen roll, wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Jane handed her a glass of brandy and she took a sip, then licked her lips.

‘I’m sorry to turn up on your doorstep like this, Jane, but I didn’t know who else to turn to.’ She sounded miserable.

‘I’m always here for you, Pam . . . you know that.’

‘I told Tony I wanted him out of the house, but he refused to go and kept saying we needed to talk. I told him I didn’t want to be anywhere near him and he begged me to stay, but I packed a bag, took Nathan and left in a cab.’

‘Does he know you’re here?’

‘No, is that a problem?’

‘I’m just concerned he’ll be worried about you and Nathan.’

‘Let’s take our drinks through to the living room.’

Jane sat opposite Pam, who took another large sip of brandy.

‘How did you find out Tony was seeing another woman?’ she asked.