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