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Chapters (51)
  1. About the Book
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Kimberley Chambers
  4. Title Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Acknowledgements
  7. Epigraph
  8. Prologue
  9. Chapter One
  10. Chapter Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Chapter Nine
  18. Chapter Ten
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  38. Chapter Thirty
  39. Chapter Thirty-One
  40. Chapter Thirty-Two
  41. Chapter Thirty-Three
  42. Chapter Thirty-Four
  43. Chapter Thirty-Five
  44. Chapter Thirty-Six
  45. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  46. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  47. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  48. Chapter Forty
  49. Chapter Forty-One
  50. Copyright
  51. Cover

‘He won’t, Dad. He lives in the complete opposite direction,’ Gary said assuringly.

Eddie smirked as he saw Jamie Carroll say his goodbyes and walk towards the van. ‘Right, wait till he gets to that corner, then you jump in the front, Stu. Just pull up beside him and we’ll drag him in the back. If you see anybody or there are any motors coming along, drive past, give it a minute and turn around. The coast must be clear, OK?’

‘No probs, boss,’ Stuart said confidently.

Eddie felt hatred flow through his veins as Carroll strolled past the van. He left it five seconds, then clapped his hands. ‘Come on, let’s do this.’

Jamie Carroll was in an unusually good mood as he ambled down the street. Keithy Evans was one of the best players at the snooker club and tonight Jamie had kicked his arse. Looking forward to his usual Monday-night feast of spare ribs and special chow mein, Jamie clocked the van, then took little notice of it as he spotted the words ‘Beryl’s Flowers’ written down the side. Seconds later, he wished he’d been more observant.

‘Who the fuck are you? Get off me, you cunts,’ he screamed, as he was grabbed from behind by three men.

‘Get that case,’ Gary ordered, as he realised Carroll had dropped his snooker cue on the pavement.

Raymond grabbed Carroll’s hair, kneed him in the nuts, then threw him down against the metal floor of the van.

Lying spread-eagled, Jamie Carroll began to panic like he had never panicked before. ‘Where you taking me? Tell me what you want and I’ll do whatever,’ he pleaded.

Eddie crouched down, lifted Carroll’s head up by his hair and smiled at the fright on his face as Jamie registered exactly who he was dealing with.

Jamie Carroll started to shake. ‘I don’t know nothing, I swear I don’t,’ he whimpered. He was going to die, he knew that, and the thought of never seeing his four-year-old son again was the worst feeling he’d ever experienced in the whole of his colourful lifetime.

Chapter Twenty-Five

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Alice was furious that Jed’s phone was still switched off. He’d promised her that he’d be here to speak to the social worker himself, but the little shit still hadn’t come home from the night before. All of a fluster, Alice rang her husband.

‘I’m gonna kill that son of ours when I get me hands on him, Jimmy. He still ain’t home and I don’t know what to say to this woman. Where are you? Can’t you come home and speak to her for me?’