Back The Friend
Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Acknowledgements
  67. About the Author
  68. About the Publisher

‘Jesus, Rich … you’re not a soldier anymore! You don’t just get away with that, not people like us, not in the civvi world.’

‘I’m not stupid, Glenn.’

‘This isn’t about stupid. I wouldn’t have the first idea how to get away with something like that. You’ve seen the telly, the forensics they do, the resources they have!’

‘It was suicide. He was tied to a chair. I just turned up and pulled the trigger and then I left. Some abandoned building. No one else was there, no one’s been there for a long time.’

‘And you just left him there?’

‘There were instructions. It said I should just leave and this man was going to take it from there, leave it so it looked like a suicide.’

‘This man? What man? Who is this man that you’re suddenly trusting with your life? What’s his name?’

Richard hesitated. His mind flashed with doubt for the first time since he had pulled that trigger. ‘I don’t know his name. I get the impression that you don’t necessarily swap contact details for this sort of thing.’

‘So a stranger just comes out of nowhere and tells you he’s solved a mystery that the police couldn’t solve in eighteen months, then he offers you the chance to shoot a man in a chair. And you take it, just like that. No questions?’

‘They could have solved it, just not in a way that would work in the legal system. This was the only thing left, it was all there, I didn’t have any questions left, trust me. It was all very clear. This man ran my Angela down in cold blood. And when she lay dying on the floor he drove off to save his own skin.’ Richard leaned back, his mind turning to memories, but this time the images in his mind weren’t so pleasant. ‘She was lying on a damp pavement with her arm wrapped round Missy. Angela …’ Richard took a moment; his flush of anger had turned to upset. ‘I know she was conscious when someone finally saw her and stopped. She was even speaking. They had to pull our dead dog out from her grip. Can you imagine what the last minutes of her life were like for her? For my wife?’

‘No,’ Glenn said, his tone resigned, his head shaking.