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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

‘What if they have sex in our bed?’ I say, trying to make light of it all.

‘They probably have.’

I let out a huff of laughter. ‘That’s gross.’

‘I’m more worried about them breaking something or getting into the basement and going through our things,’ he says.

‘Surely we’ve got some protection against damage from WeStay.’

‘They’ve left a thousand dollar security deposit.’

‘Is that enough?’

‘What sort of damage could they do?’

My phone vibrates and I almost leap. I leave the room before opening the message. Something clots near my heart.

Hey Anna, Daniel here. I know it’s been a while but I was hoping to catch up again soon. I’ve still got your necklace with the ring on it from that night.

I look back; Cain’s eyes are fixed on the computer screen. I quickly punch out a message. It’s been a month. The ring won’t just materialise.

How did you get my number? I never gave it to you.

I see him typing, the three dots dancing on the screen.

I have my ways.

I feel like I can’t breathe. This is all backfiring. And yet it feels inevitable, a car crash in slow motion but only I realise the pain is coming; it’s a moment or an eternity away but it will arrive. I delete all the messages except that last one, so I have his number: I have my ways. Playful, I think. Or threatening? I turn my phone off, go to the bathroom and splash water on my face. That thought comes again: Change your number. I will, but first I’ll try to get my wedding band back. That ring cannot be replaced. A plan forms.

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NINE

A BREEZE SWEEPS in from the sea, between the islands and across the rippling plain of water. We’re accompanied by that odd percussion of aluminium tinging and boats knocking the harbour. The viaduct, one of Auckland’s social hubs, is a nice walk although it tends to be heaving with tourists. I’ve not been to a bar in so long, not since that night with Daniel. I think about him as we stroll along.