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Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Tess Stimson
  3. Dedication
  4. part one
  5. chapter 01
  6. chapter 02
  7. chapter 03
  8. chapter 04
  9. chapter 05
  10. chapter 06
  11. chapter 07
  12. chapter 08
  13. chapter 09
  14. chapter 10
  15. chapter 11
  16. chapter 12
  17. chapter 13
  18. chapter 14
  19. chapter 15
  20. chapter 16
  21. chapter 17
  22. chapter 18
  23. chapter 19
  24. chapter 20
  25. chapter 21
  26. chapter 22
  27. chapter 23
  28. chapter 24
  29. chapter 25
  30. chapter 26
  31. chapter 27
  32. chapter 28
  33. chapter 29
  34. chapter 30
  35. chapter 31
  36. chapter 32
  37. chapter 33
  38. chapter 34
  39. chapter 35
  40. chapter 36
  41. part two
  42. chapter 37
  43. chapter 38
  44. chapter 39
  45. chapter 40
  46. chapter 41
  47. chapter 42
  48. chapter 43
  49. chapter 44
  50. chapter 45
  51. chapter 46
  52. chapter 47
  53. chapter 48
  54. chapter 49
  55. part three
  56. chapter 50
  57. chapter 51
  58. chapter 52
  59. chapter 53
  60. chapter 54
  61. chapter 55
  62. chapter 56
  63. chapter 57
  64. chapter 58
  65. chapter 59
  66. chapter 60
  67. chapter 61
  68. chapter 62
  69. chapter 63
  70. chapter 64
  71. chapter 65
  72. chapter 66
  73. chapter 67
  74. chapter 68
  75. part four
  76. chapter 69
  77. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  78. Keep Reading …
  79. About the Author
  80. By the same author:
  81. About the Publisher

Yes, I think she needs a lawyer! I think there’s a good chance my wife—

That she what, Tom? Murdered a man in cold blood?

‘Of course not,’ I say. ‘I’m just covering the bases, you know.’

‘She’s very welcome to come down to the station with legal representation,’ DCI Hollander says. ‘But we’re not interviewing your wife under caution, Mr Downton. We only want to ask her a few questions. Shouldn’t take long.’

My wife saves lives, she doesn’t take them. She may not be a people person, but she’s not a stone cold killer either.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

No. That was different.

Something Millie said earlier, when she was talking about the desperate fraud victims, the pensioners scammed by Copper Beech, plays on a loop in my head. Do you seriously think one of them went round to his house, picked up a kitchen knife, stabbed him through the heart, got rid of the body and cleaned up the crime scene without anyone being any the wiser?

It was so oddly specific.

I can imagine Millie doing exactly that.

Except she’s smart enough to know you can never clean up a crime scene these days, not properly. If she wanted to murder Felix, she wouldn’t do it in a way that’d leave blood spatter, or DNA evidence on the murder weapon. She’d think of a way to get rid of him that’d ensure no trace of him was ever found—

Stop. Millie didn’t murder Felix.

But the pieces are falling into place whether I want them to or not.

That Sunday I came back from the museum with Peter and found her asleep in bed at five in the afternoon, her hair still damp from the shower.

Her slip of the tongue a few days later when I suggested Stacey might have gone back to her husband: ‘She can’t have—’

Why couldn’t Stacey have gone back to Felix?

Millie, what did you do?

I know what my wife is capable of. And she’s been in thrall to Stacey Porter ever since she met the woman. Felix warned me: Stacey’s like a Venus flytrap … She lures you in, and by the time you realise what’s happening, it’s too late.

Did Stacey persuade my wife to help her get rid of her ‘abusive’ husband? Or did Millie buy into Stacey’s carefully crafted portrayal of herself as the victim of Felix’s domestic violence and simply take the law into her own hands?

It doesn’t matter. I don’t care what she’s done. Millie will always have my unquestioning and unwavering support. No qualifiers, no buts.

Both detectives look up at the sound of footsteps in the hall.

‘You wanted to talk to me about Felix Porter,’ Millie says as she enters the room.