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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

I’m still looking at Cain, catching his eye for just a heartbeat. Then he looks back to his food. I put my coffee down and wait for breakfast to be over. A flush of guilt rushes over my skin. I think about that gurgling sound; Daniel Moore bleeding out almost directly above where we now sit and his only crime was pursuing the wrong woman.

‘Why don’t you lie down after breakfast, Quin?’ Cain says. ‘You don’t look so well.’

‘I’ve got magnesium oil,’ Claire says. ‘I’ll grab it for you, it’s supposed to help with the nausea.’

‘I’ll be fine,’ I say, swallowing hard. ‘I am fine. It’s just being back here in this house; the light of day gives that night context.’

‘You did the right thing,’ Cain says. ‘You saved me. And you saved yourself.’

Claire helps me pack up the dishes and Axel and Cain go out to the boatshed. Is he going to continue life as usual, carry on like nothing has changed? I know the ball is in my court and I know what I need to do.

‘Back in a sec,’ I say to Claire, hanging the tea towel over the handle of the oven.

I take my phone out. It’s got one bar of reception and I dial the number for Rata. I hold it hard against my face as it rings and rings. He doesn’t answer so I leave a message.

The boat engine chugs now, it turns over but doesn’t start. Cain must have found the key. Again, someone pulls the starter and this time it roars into life and I step closer to the window looking over at the two men on the lawn. I’ve loved Cain so much, from that first moment. Lots of others from his unit became involved with drugs or crime, to chase that thrill, or to make money. Cain wanted to make it work for us, he was desperate to earn a good living and look after me, but he took it too far. My phone rings, it’s Rata. I see Cain rushing across the back lawn towards the house. The door opens.

‘Come on, ladies, let’s go for a spin,’ he shouts into the house.

I look down at the phone in my hand.

THIRTY-NINE

‘YOU WANT A lift?’ Cain says to Claire, turning and presenting his back to her beside the edge of the lake.