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

‘You’d be surprised at the stupidity I’ve seen doing this job. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it, the stupid ones are easier to catch.’

‘I’m sure they are.’

‘What happened with Callie? Did Danny have an opinion who was responsible?’

Sharon stopped writing to look up. ‘Opinion? What do you mean?’

‘Did he talk about wanting to find who was responsible, maybe when the police didn’t come up with someone?’

‘Of course he did. There only had to be a mention of something like it on the news and he was off. Danny was very angry – all the time, it seemed, and at everyone. But not angry enough … Not DC Ribbons.’

‘Was he doing anything himself to try and find out who was responsible?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Did he ever talk about names of anyone he thought could be involved, anything like that?’

‘Not that I knew of, but recently, at the hospital, he said something about speaking to a private investigator. He said this guy told him he had answers. I asked him where he had got the money to pay a private investigator, but he said there was no money involved, he said the bloke just came up to him in a bar.’

‘What did you think of that?’

Sharon shrugged. ‘It doesn’t sound likely, does it? I said it would be someone trying to scam him. If he was in a bar he would be half-cut, maybe stupid enough to go on and pay someone for their bullshit.’

‘Did he do that? Did he pay for information?’ Joel asked.

‘He said he didn’t, said he told him to piss off, but who knows with Danny … Suddenly I feel like I hardly know him.’

‘Did he give you a name or an agency, anything about this guy he is supposed to have met?’

‘No. Just said he was an older fella. He talked about him wearing a suit too, like that meant he could be trusted. Danny was desperate to know who had targeted the girls – our girl – but he was a mess. No way he was thinking straight.’

‘So he never mentioned any names? Anyone he suspected, maybe he even talked about looking for someone?’

‘No. The only thing Danny was looking for was his next drink.’

Joel sat back. ‘I think we should look at the security around you and your family. That would seem sensible.’