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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

‘Where to begin,’ I say, releasing all the air in my lungs. ‘The police have found them all now but they’re still trying to figure out how they got in there. They’re tracking down the people who have stayed.’

‘Any progress?’

‘I haven’t heard anything else. The door code had been changed but he knew it. I think he might have been there before, maybe he was a guest.’

‘Wouldn’t it be traceable with credit cards? The cops will figure it out,’ she adds.

I poke out my lip, shake my head. ‘Who knows? I don’t want to guess why he did this. Maybe he was…’ I pause, drag my fingers through my hair and sniff back more tears. ‘Maybe he was inspired by what happened in Colorado. The difference is, that footage was leaked.’

‘Colorado?’

‘Last year, the WeStay murder.’

‘Oh, I remember.’ She’s still frowning, probably trying to think of something comforting to say.

‘The guy in Colorado wasn’t wearing a mask though,’ I continue. I’ve seen a single screenshot. A grinning psychopath, holding up a bloody knife to the camera. I’m beginning to feel sick again talking about it, imagining Daniel dying in his own blood. ‘This guy wanted to hide his identity.’

‘And who was watching that then? If it leaked? The same people who were watching you last night?’

‘Maybe,’ I say, exhaling. ‘I don’t know. Just creeps on the internet somewhere.’ A chill runs through me. ‘Guys that get off on it. Anyone who has the footage is obviously breaking the law, so I doubt it will get out. I can’t imagine the type of person to watch something like that. It just…’

Claire makes the face of someone holding something sour in her mouth. ‘God, it makes me mad. But at least you’ve got something to look forward to,’ she says. ‘I’m so bloody happy for you both.’ She sits close. ‘What do you want to do?’

‘I just want to forget it. I want to take my mind off everything.’

‘TV?’

‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘Put something on.’

Claire finds a trashy reality dating show, a group of singles on a tropical island, add ex-lovers and light the fuse with clear spirits. We indulge in meandering, mind-numbing chat. She catches me up on what is happening on the show, whose ex is whose and which people are enemies.

‘So,’ she says, getting up to make a cup of tea. ‘What’s happening with work?’

Work. I’d forgotten all about it. I’m supposed to be back on Tuesday.