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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

After my run, I strip out of my running clothes and shower. When I’ve dried my hair and got dressed, I go to him. There is something still gnawing at my conscience. I lean back against the island, watching him cook. ‘One of the payments from the betting agencies was missing,’ I say.

‘What?’

‘The big win. There wasn’t anything for twenty thousand.’

He sniffs, shakes his head. Through his singlet, I see the tension in the ropes of muscle up his back.

‘I closed that account,’ he says.

‘Why?’

‘Because I was banned. Professional gamblers are constantly getting banned by betting agencies. You win too much, you game the system and they block you out.’ He turns around now.

I nod, but I can’t let it go.

Then he grabs my hips and lifts me up onto the bench. He presses his lips to mine. It’s forceful, his hands opening my legs, tearing my pants down. My heart leaps, he’s too strong but I want it, I want him despite the suspicions Rata has planted in my mind.

‘This is a surprise,’ I say, against his lips.

His hand covers my mouth and then in a second his head is down in between my legs. I’m self-conscious, just for a moment. But it takes only a few seconds for me to fall back on the palms of my hands on the bench. I eye the blinds to make sure they’re closed. He’s not done this in so long, it’s like a stranger is down there. When he stands up, he pulls his shirt off, strips me down and turns me around over the bench. He’s inside me in an instant. I feel invigorated, intoxicated by this energy, this lust. It ends quickly, a bright flare. Then I collapse over the bench.

I’m still there catching my breath when he places his phone down in front of me. I see the transaction.

$21,129 INTL TRAN – BETGO CORP

‘I didn’t rob a bank, Lina.’ I can hear the smile in his voice. ‘You want your child’s father to be a criminal?’

My mind searches for something to say, a balm to soothe the shame. I stand and reach for my pants. There’s something a little off about how he phrased that. Your child’s father. Or maybe not, maybe I will see signs of guilt in everything he does.

He starts serving dinner and I go find my own phone. This feeling is odd. The euphoric sex, but also the shame, the power and control he had.

I search for BetGo. Lots of results come up, all for the same betting website in the UK. He’s telling the truth.

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