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Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. BOOK TWO
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. BOOK THREE
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Epilogue

As he walked in his garden with his small son, Frankie Junior, he smiled at the antics of his daughters. Liselle at five was a real live wire. Unfortunately she had inherited his hooked nose, but Frankie was determined to disguise his mother’s Jewish ancestry the moment the girl was old enough for plastic surgery. Desdemona, his three year old, was her mother’s double, a blonde bimbette with a face like an angel and a voice like a navvy. He watched the two of them running towards the swimming pool and grinned. Frankie Junior, all of ten months, grinned with him. A large-boned amiable child, Frankie adored him.

As the girls slipped off their robes, Frankie saw the masked man in the bushes to the left side of the pool. His mind registered the gun, and his arms tightened on his son instinctively. Liselle screamed loudly in the quiet of the day as the man opened fire, and in stunned disbelief Frankie felt the cold heat of the bullets as they rained across his body and that of his infant son. Even as he fell to the ground, in the throes of death, he was still trying to protect his son. As he hit the earth with a heavy thud, his last sight was of his son’s staring face. The cheerful, gummy smile still intact. But all trace of life gone.

Tracey White was shopping in East Ham market with her sister Sandra when the police found her. She listened in stunned disbelief to what her mother and the policeman were telling her.

Her only words were: ‘But we live in Surrey. How could that happen in Surrey?’

No one as yet had the nerve to tell her about the death of her baby son.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Dolly placed a poached egg on toast in front of Donna. ‘Get that down you, love, it’ll set you up for the day.’

Donna sipped her Earl Grey and smiled. ‘You and your breakfasts, Dolly.’

The housekeeper tucked into her own plate of bubble and squeak and bacon. ‘My old mum used to say that breakfast was the most important meal of the day and she was right. Now eat that up.’

Donna stared at the white and yellow mass on the piece of brown toast and sighed. Food was becoming less and less enjoyable these days.

‘I wonder what Georgio’s having for breakfast?’ she mused.

Dolly snorted through a mouthful of food. ‘A lot more than you, love. My old man said they fed ’em plenty in nick. Porridge, eggs, toast and marmalade. Gallons of tea or coffee, fruit juice, the lot.’

Donna immediately brightened. ‘Really? I was under the impression the food wasn’t all that good.’

Dolly chewed on a large mouthful and shook her head. ‘They eat all right. Now will you get that down you?’