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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

Daryl lifted his hands as far from the note as he could. ‘No need for that, these are on me.’

‘No, they’re not. Keep the change,’ she said and moved towards the door. Joel put his card down on the bar.

‘In case you think of anything else relevant,’ he said and followed DS Rose out.

‘That’s quite a tip!’ Darryl called out after them.

‘It is,’ DS Rose replied without looking back. ‘So either you’re worth every penny or I can’t wait to get out of here.’

Chapter 43

Farthingloe café was a converted barn at the end of a loose track on the outskirts of Dover. Joel parked the car next to a vintage tractor that might have been placed there in keeping with the atmosphere or had simply been left to rust where it had collapsed on its chassis.

Sharon Evans was already there. Inside was open plan with just a couple of tables occupied. Sharon was tucked in a corner, almost directly under the angry glow of a bar heater that was angled out from the wall. Joel could feel the heat from it as he took a seat opposite her at the table. DS Rose took the seat next to him.

‘Mrs Evans, thanks for coming to meet us.’

‘Not like I have anywhere else to be. Don’t know what to do with myself, to be honest.’

‘I can imagine.’

‘I was rude. When you came to the hospital.’

Joel waved her away. ‘We’re certainly not judging you for that, if you’re worried.’

‘I’m not. But I’m not like that. I remember when it took a lot to wind me up. I barely remember that person now.’

‘You’ve had a lot thrown at you in a short space of time. For the record I think you’re handling it all as well as anyone could. Tell us about this phone call. Maybe we can take something off your plate.’

‘I doubt it. I’ve had calls like this before. You couldn’t do anything then.’

‘What was said exactly?’

‘This time, some man called. He said, “One down.” He must have been talking about Danny. I had similar calls six weeks or so ago, when there was stuff in the papers about us. Only the local rag. They were covering the story about Callie and the other girls with the indecent images. The law says they can’t use the girls’ names but they’re perfectly fine to use Danny’s name as part of it. It was obvious our Callie was involved. They didn’t even try and make contact with us either to check their so-called facts.’

‘I guess they thought you would tell them where to go.’

‘I would have liked the opportunity.’

‘And the voice, it was the same?’

‘Yes, I’m certain of that.’

‘Who got the calls?’

‘Just me. Only ever me.’