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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

‘What’s that about?’ I ask as I bring the bagels over.

He has the phone in one hand, he takes his bagel in the other and bites it. While he chews he turns the screen to me.

I lean forward to read it.

POLICE INVESTIGATING IF MOORE HAD ACCOMPLICE

He turns it back and reads aloud. ‘A spokesperson for the police has confirmed they’re looking to see if someone might have helped him.’

A small sound of surprise escapes from me and he glances up. ‘I know you think you saw someone else, Lina, but I only saw one guy. Trauma like that messes with memory. What you believe you saw and what you really saw are two distinct things.’

‘You were barely conscious.’

‘Still, it was just him when I came to. Why wouldn’t a second person come out then? But what I really don’t understand is why the police didn’t contact us to let us know they’re looking into this.’

‘Probably didn’t want to bother us.’

He puts the phone down and chews the last of his bagel slowly.

‘What about the cameras?’ I ask, watching his face for any hint that he knows more than he’s letting on. If Cain were involved with the cameras, it backfired on him spectacularly. It can’t be true, I tell myself. It can’t be.

‘They found them all in the house.’

‘People were watching, Cain.’

I can see by the way he stretches his jaw that he’s digging at a molar with his tongue.

‘That sicko could have orchestrated the entire thing. The police said that they couldn’t access any footage on the phone they found,’ he says.

If he’s acting, it’s convincing.

‘People were watching us online,’ I say.

He shakes his head, a short snap to dismiss the idea.

I continue speaking. ‘Well, what about his phone, it can’t have just disappeared? The police said it pinged mobile phone towers in the area.’

‘Who knows? Maybe he flushed it down the toilet. Maybe it’s at the bottom of the lake. They searched the entire house. If it was there it would have turned up.’

‘Unless a second person took it?’

He lifts the phone again in response and shows me the screen. ‘The reputable New Zealand Police Force will have answers for us very soon I’m sure.’ His voice bubbles with sarcasm.

I don’t say anything else, I just get up, clear the plates. ‘I know you explained the betting the other night but I would really like to see how it works.’

A small smile, his eyes flick to mine. ‘Sure, Quin. Let me show you.’

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