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  1. TRUTH OR DIE
  2. Katerina Diamond
  3. Copyright
  4. Praise for Katerina Diamond
  5. Dedication
  6. Part One
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Part Two
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Chapter Thirty-Two
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Chapter Forty-Five
  53. Chapter Forty-Six
  54. Chapter Forty-Seven
  55. Chapter Forty-Eight
  56. Chapter Forty-Nine
  57. Chapter Fifty
  58. Chapter Fifty-One
  59. Chapter Fifty-Two
  60. Chapter Fifty-Three
  61. Chapter Fifty-Four
  62. Acknowledgements
  63. Keep Reading …
  64. Some things can’t be forgiven …
  65. Everything you think you know is a lie …
  66. Go back to where it all began …
  67. About the Author
  68. By the same author:
  69. About the Publisher

‘Oh, I’m not jaded. My comment was only in reference to her, no one else.’

‘OK, good. You’re not upset, are you?’

Adrian walked over to her and kissed her on the lips; it was unexpected as she had been worried about broaching this subject with him. One false accusation tended to throw everyone’s sensitivities out of whack. There would be some deep suspicion of everyone who reported a sexual assault once this was proven to be false, especially if it got into the newspapers. Sometimes it wasn’t even a conscious thought, or a thought people wanted to have. It just crept in there. It was one of the reasons most police officers liked to downplay false accusations.

‘I want you to always say what you’re thinking. I hate mind games and I know you don’t play them. I don’t want us to have secrets. After everything that has happened I would rather have the truth and deal with the fallout of that.’

‘You’re a good egg, Adrian.’ She kissed him back, mostly tasting the butter on her lips as he pressed against her, but unfortunately she didn’t have time for this right now. She pushed him away. ‘I have to get dressed. I have to be in in twenty minutes.’

‘That’s plenty of time.’ He pulled at the hem of her T-shirt, guiding her out of the room. ‘I’ll help.’

Imogen didn’t enjoy driving with someone who wasn’t Adrian next to her. DI Matt Walsh was a nice guy; there didn’t seem to be any ulterior intentions going on. He wasn’t exactly open, but it didn’t feel like he was hiding anything bad. He was quiet, reserved, but it just wasn’t the same as having Adrian beside her. They made their way to the Reverend Nigel Watts’ house to speak to Caitlin. The grandfather had granted them permission after they had assured him that no charges would be brought against her for the false allegation against DS Miles.

‘Sorry I was late,’ Imogen said.

‘No need to apologise. Are you going to be OK with this interview?’ Matt asked.

‘Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?’

‘Must have been hard to watch your colleague going through that.’

‘It was, but I’m more interested in finding out who helped her stage the attack. It could be the same person who assaulted Adrian and made it look like a mugging.’

‘Yes, just try not to let your emotional attachment to DS Miles affect the way you conduct this interview. It would be nice to get ahead of this. Figure out who is involved before they show up dead.’

‘I think that’s what we all want at this point,’ she said, angry at the implication that she would be anything other than professional.

She parked the car and opened the door, getting out before Matt had a chance to ask any more questions.

The faintest sound of sirens was somewhere in the distance, more than one vehicle, seemingly getting closer. Imogen walked up the path and knocked on the door.