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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Two Weeks Earlier
  56. A Letter From Jackie
  57. Acknowledgements
  58. About the Author
  59. Also by Jackie Walsh

I travel the length of the store looking up and down each aisle, thinking Charlie must have left, when I see her again. She’s not pushing a trolley full of vegetables and kids so she has an advantage over me. Swinging the trolley around to face where I last saw her, I push my load. I must look like a mad woman running down the aisle with two kids in a trolley, one laughing his head off, the other screaming at me. Thankfully, being Monday, the shop is not too busy. When we get to the checkouts, I see the white jacket again, leaving already. She mustn’t have bought anything.

‘Charlie. Charlie,’ I call after her and she turns to see who it is. Pushing past the tills my hands grip tightly to the trolley.

‘Charlie,’ I call out again but this time she quickens her step, to get away from me. Why the hell won’t she stop? I arrive at the exit still calling her name and push the trolley outside. Where has she gone? I need to ask her about that photograph. I need to see it again.

My eyes search through the faces walking up and down the pathway but I can’t see the white jacket with the embroidered tiger. I can hear a voice though… and something bleeping.

‘Going somewhere?’

‘What?’ I turn to see a tall security guard standing beside me. His hand is on the trolley. Cian is staring at him with his mouth open. ‘Oh sorry, I was trying to catch someone.’ I take one more glance across the car park. ‘There was a young girl with the white jacket, she just walked out of here, did you see where she went to?’

‘Could you come back inside, please?’ the tall man says.

‘Yes… I was just trying to…’

‘Inside, please.’

This guy is not at all friendly, avoiding eye contact as his left arm directs me. Keeping his focus on the door he turns the trolley around and pulls it.

‘I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize I…’

‘Can you come over here, please?’

‘Shit.’

Trying to explain that I had no intention of stealing two bags of lettuce, a bunch of bananas and a bag of apples took almost twenty minutes. Two more judges joined the court. The manager and a second security person. Aaron looked mesmerized by the commotion. Cian looked scared. I had to keep reassuring him that everything was okay.