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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 pat my chest and Cain goes to the kitchen. When he returns he rests his hand on my spine and holds a glass of water out for me. I take it, and sip. My eyes are fixed on his phone in my hand. It’s the same place, I can tell by the photo. That house Daniel took me to. But I’ve changed my number, I’ve deleted the app and his messages. There is nothing to trace me back to him. But obviously there is, he has my address, someone stayed both here and at the WeStay he took me to. It occurs to me now, if he saw my runs on MyTrack in the city, he must have seen them down here too. He has this address. He was in Rotorua the last time we were here.

‘Just an itch at the back of my throat,’ I say. I pull my shoulders back, run my hand down my face to straighten it out. He takes the phone from my hand.

‘I can write the review.’

‘Sure.’

Nothing makes sense, everything is wrong. I thought I was safe here, hidden away, but I’m not. He knows. A weight presses down on my chest. Or could it be a simple coincidence?

‘Left our place clean and tidy. A pleasure to host and would recommend. How does that sound?’

‘Good,’ I say. ‘Fine.’ I thought I was playing Daniel, but I’m beginning to see he might have been playing a different game altogether.

FOURTEEN

I CLIMB THE stairs, check the rooms. They’re all… perfect. It’s almost as though no one has been here at all. All of the bedrooms, with one exception, are tidy. The covers on the queen bed in the master are ruffled and there is something else: a single black hair lying across one of the pillows. It’s so odd, because neither of the guests had black hair in their photos. I have black hair but there is no way my hair could be on this pillow.