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Chapters (70)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Praise for Caroline Mitchell
  5. Also by Caroline Mitchell
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. Prologue
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  67. Epilogue
  68. Acknowledgements
  69. About Caroline Mitchell
  70. About Embla Books

‘I’m now showing you exhibit DR02.’ Richie picked up another exhibit bag from the floor. ‘An ivory-handled knife, found in your bedroom. Believed to be the same murder weapon which ended Angelica Irving’s life. Is this yours?’

‘No!’ Christian’s voice broke mid-way as it echoed around the room. ‘It’s not mine. I’ve never seen it before.’

‘Then I would also like to bring your attention to these photographs of Elsie Abraham’s injuries.’ Again, Richie reeled off the exhibit numbers. ‘Did you push your mother down the stairs?’

Christian shook his head vehemently. ‘No! I love my mom. She fell down the stairs when I was at work. Ask her.’

‘Did you kill Angelica Irving?’ Richie fired another question.

‘No!’ Christian’s response was louder this time. Sarah squirmed in her chair as she watched the interaction. If Christian was lying, he was putting on a hell of a good show. He looked as if he was about to cry.

‘What have you done with Jahmelia?’ Richie continued, before being stalled by the knock on the interview-room door. Sarah peered at the screen as the door opened. People weren’t meant to interrupt interviews like this. Sarah recognised the officer from the custody block. He introduced the solicitor who stood behind him. He did not appear best pleased. Richie paused the interview as he dealt with the interruption. It seemed Simon Irving had hired legal advice. There would be no confession today.

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Elliott didn’t like the woman with the drawn-on eyebrows. She told him to call her Yvonne, and she said she was Sarah’s boss. She acted all nice to Maggie, but she had sharp edges and cold eyes. She looked at Elliott warily, as if he was going to jump out at her and take a bite. They’d had to leave school during lunchtime to come and see her in the police station. Sitting on the sofa, he gazed around the room. This was a different part of the police station, Yvonne explained. He wasn’t in trouble. He was just being helpful and this was the place where victims and witnesses came to speak.

Except there were cameras in each corner of the ceiling watching him. Elliott squirmed, feeling the heat of their gaze. At least his mum was sitting beside him. He scooted up closer to her on the squishy blue sofa. She put her arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. The room was cold, and he shrank his hands up into the sleeves of his jumper. There were pictures on the wall and flowers on a table, but it didn’t feel homely. It felt like he was on stage.