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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

‘Good idea,’ he says. ‘I’ll call Axel. He has a PR contact. We’ll be swimming in money by the time the baby arrives.’

I hear him rushing downstairs to his phone. I unlock my own phone. Read that message once more before responding.

Okay. Done. Please stop this now. I’ll forget all about the second man. Just don’t share the photo. I’m begging you.

A moment passes. I squeeze everything inside hoping this is the end of it.

Good girl.

THIRTY-TWO

I HAVE MUCH more foundation on than I would ever otherwise wear. They just kept smearing it on, the make-up artist chatting as she went. Even Cain has a little powder on, despite his protestations.

‘It’s because of the lights, no one will be able to tell at home,’ she’d said to him in the seat. ‘All men on TV have to wear just a little.’

Cain sat there with a slight grimace, judging himself in the mirror.

My hair is a fire hazard, but I’m aware of what bright lights and a camera can do to your complexion and hair so I trust them. I trust I won’t look like this woman I see in the mirror by the time I reach the screens in living rooms around the country. Think about the money. It’s twenty thousand dollars just to sit there and talk for an hour. They’ve already started advertising it. Think about the fact this will clear your name, Cain’s name. It will remove any doubt about the cameras. Cain is right, this is for the best. Think about that text message. This is a warning: forget about the second man. Someone is still out there and they want to disappear.

The PR consultant Axel referred us to had organised the interview. The terms, she assured us, were fair and although we would never get ‘copy approval’ she said she had a good working relationship with the producer and had her word that they would show us in a favourable light.

‘Lisa will be gentle on you. Trust me, this will be a breeze.’

She told us this despite the reputation of the host, the formidable Lisa Stoke. I’m reminded of the fierce interview she did a few years ago with Bill Bennett, the Australian Rugby player who famously tore his microphone off and stormed from the interview when he disagreed with her line of questioning. Her status in the New Zealand media landscape is legendary. She’s broken politicians, turned international best-selling authors like Oliver McDuffy into bumbling fools, and grilled half-a-dozen prime ministers in her thirty-year career but, as we’ve been told over and again, if you’re honest with her, if she senses you are telling the truth, she won’t push any harder. She only wants the truth. Which is bad news for me, because I can’t give her the truth.