Chapters (54)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- DEADLY SAS RAID IN AFGHANISTAN UNDER SCRUTINY
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- PART TWO
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- DANIEL MOORE: ‘A SINGLE BLOKE, HAPPY-GO-LUCKY, A BIT OF A DUNCE BUT WITH A GOOD HEART,’ BEST FRIEND SAYS.
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- BREAKING: POLICE CONFIRM DANIEL MOORE ACTED ALONE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- SECOND ARREST MADE IN WESTAY HIDDEN CAMERAS CASE
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Discover More
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Also by J. P. Pomare
‘It was time for a change, wasn’t feeling the chemistry anymore.’
Chemistry is an odd choice of word. A spike of anger. ‘I wonder what would happen if I contacted the ambulance service and mentioned my suspicions? I could have taken that approach, but I chose to speak with you directly. You know I can still mention it to them.’
A long pause, I can hear that deep nasally breath. Finally he speaks. ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’
‘Yeah, and why is that?’
‘I saw you on the news, Lina. You had a rough time down there at the lake, didn’t you? Shot that poor kid right in the guts.’
I freeze, my mouth is open and no sound comes out. My mind jags on something. Scotty. He’s been close to me. He could access my emails. He knows so much about me and knew I had listed the lake house on WeStay. And there was something he said, you are not so squeaky clean. What could he have meant by that?
He speaks again. ‘What if I told you that things could get a lot worse for you? What then?’
‘What are you saying, Scotty?’
‘Be careful, Lina. I know you’ve got secrets.’
The line cuts out. Some time passes before I move the phone from my ear. It’s him. I scan the edge of our property as if he’s out there watching me from our tiny backyard, or the street.
The moment Cain gets in, I run to him. ‘It’s Scotty,’ I say. ‘It has to be. He threatened me. He said things are going to get worse.’
‘Slow down,’ he says, dumping the bags of groceries on the bench. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I had a feeling, an intuition, so I dialled his number.’
‘You think he somehow orchestrated all this? He’s the second man?’
‘It’s possible, right? I’m going to call Rata.’
‘Alright, maybe get them to check him out. I’m not convinced but what’s the worst that could happen?’
‘I’ll call now.’
Rata answers after two rings. ‘Lina.’
‘Hi,’ I say. ‘I think I know who might be involved in all of this.’
‘Who?’
‘Scotty Pearson, a colleague. I don’t know why but I have this feeling and he threatened me. Can you check him out?’ What if he knows about me and Daniel? What if he contacts Cain in retaliation?
‘Scotty Pearson? Address? Date of birth?’
‘He works for the ambulance service. Early forties.’
‘That’ll be enough. I’ll take a look.’
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