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Back The Last Guests
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

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TWENTY-FOUR

‘WE’D LIKE YOU to come with us,’ Rata says. He’s darker than the younger one, and has a bristled black moustache you could polish a shoe with.

‘How do I know you’re cops?’

He produces a badge, but I can barely see it in the early morning glow and even if I could, I wouldn’t know if it were real. As he opens his jacket to put it back, I see the handcuffs and the taser on the side of his belt.

‘What if I say no?’

‘We’d prefer it if you came along voluntarily. It would help to clear things up,’ he says. A non-answer. ‘We want to know why you’re here, at this house?’

A clot of something breaks free from where it had grown in my chest, it rises up and settles in my throat. I have to tell them. But I know I can’t.

‘It’s not what you think,’ I say, pausing. ‘Why are you here?’

He doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. ‘We can talk about that at the station.’

I slowly exhale, thinking through the situation. ‘Can I follow you there in my car?’

Rata turns back to Constable Black, who shrugs as if he’s asking question.

‘It might be easier if you come with us. We can drop you back here after.’

‘No,’ I say, defiant now. ‘If you want me to come, I will drive myself.’ I still don’t know if I trust these two. I can’t pinpoint why, but I don’t want to be at their mercy. I want to be able to leave in my car when I want.

‘Sure. Follow us.’

I climb into my car, my heart thrashing and my palms damp around the key. The car starts with a grumble. Headlights come on behind me. I wait for them to pass then follow on.