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Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONE
  6. ONE
  7. TWO
  8. THREE
  9. FOUR
  10. DEADLY SAS RAID IN AFGHANISTAN UNDER SCRUTINY
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. PART TWO
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. TWENTY-TWO
  30. TWENTY-THREE
  31. TWENTY-FOUR
  32. TWENTY-FIVE
  33. TWENTY-SIX
  34. TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. TWENTY-NINE
  37. DANIEL MOORE: ‘A SINGLE BLOKE, HAPPY-GO-LUCKY, A BIT OF A DUNCE BUT WITH A GOOD HEART,’ BEST FRIEND SAYS.
  38. THIRTY
  39. THIRTY-ONE
  40. THIRTY-TWO
  41. THIRTY-THREE
  42. THIRTY-FOUR
  43. THIRTY-FIVE
  44. BREAKING: POLICE CONFIRM DANIEL MOORE ACTED ALONE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. THIRTY-EIGHT
  48. THIRTY-NINE
  49. SECOND ARREST MADE IN WESTAY HIDDEN CAMERAS CASE
  50. EPILOGUE
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. Discover More
  53. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  54. Also by J. P. Pomare

He shoves a hand over my mouth, the cool leather gripping my cheeks. ‘Shh,’ he says. But it keeps coming. The scream dying to a whimper. I feel so weak now, as I look at the body wrapped in a sheet on the floor of the bedroom. The camera is in the hallway but it’s clear what it is. ‘Shh, he’s still breathing. But I want you to watch. I want you to see what they’re seeing.’ The cameras are cycling back through, so for a second I see us there in the living room. At the bottom of the phone screen words keep appearing, then are replaced.

CallMeDaddy: This is the best stream I’ve watched on here. Incredible.

Silvesterthekitten: I don’t know about this at all. It’s not what I signed up for, but I can’t look away.

‘They’re watching?’ It’s coming together now. This is about something much bigger than jealousy, or some feelings he had for me. This is something else completely.

‘I’ll let you watch, you shouldn’t miss out on this.’

Again he rises to go. He leaves the knife, the steel, the gun on the couch.

I scream and scream but the storm has grown outside. No one will hear me, no one will help. I can’t unlock the phone, I can only watch. There’s no one but me. Only I can save myself. He climbs the stairs and I watch the phone screen. He walks to the entrance of the bedroom where Cain lies. Taking Cain by the leg, he drags him up the hall to the spare bedroom. There’s no camera there. What is he doing? The comments keep flowing. One catches my attention.

PlatoOf21C: Lift the base of the fireplace you stupid bitch. It’s your only hope. They’re not always bolted down.

I study the fireplace. The foot where the handcuff is attached. It’s an old wood burner. Grandpa installed it in the open fireplace. I would only need to get it up half an inch to slide the loop of the handcuff out.

The gun is just there, and I know it is loaded, or it was. Hopefully there are more rounds in it. I try to stand now, bend at the knees. I grab the underside of the fireplace. It moves. It’s working. I use my foot, gripping the chain with my toes, sliding the handcuff. It comes free. I breathe. I’m free. This isn’t a trick. I’m free. Relief fills my head like an inert gas. I might lift off the ground. But it’s not over. It’s far from over.

PlatoOf21C: She did it! She’s listening. Good girl. Now get the gun. He’s upstairs unarmed. He went into the end bedroom. Kill the lights, you’ve got the advantage. You can do this.

NINETEEN