Chapters (70)
- Cover
- Praise for Two Wrongs
- Praise for Mel McGrath
- About the Author
- Also by Mel McGrath
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Author Note
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- 1
- About the Publisher
Honor is left with a blank screen in the palm of one hand, the other pressing her forehead. Narinder’s hostility has come at her like a dark tornado. It’s a shame about Satnam, unfair on her and Nevis, but perhaps Dr Keane will be able to talk her round. She starts Gerry and pulls out of the infirmary car park. At the exit she hesitates then makes a left. The drive to Nevis’s flat takes only a few minutes from here. She won’t call. Nevis doesn’t like surprises. But it will reassure her to see Nevis safely at home.
She pulls into a space opposite the flat and cuts the engine. In the living-room window a light shines through the cheap curtains. Two figures mill about, both silhouetted but one is recognisably her daughter, the other someone taller and with a man’s gait. A friend or perhaps even a lover. For a few minutes she watches as the two figures cross the room then settle before she starts her engine once more and moves back out into the traffic and away.
Chapter 14
Nevis
‘I can’t get my head around it.’ Luke flips the ring pull from a can of Stella. Nevis had seen him earlier, when he’d come into the chippy anxious and keen to talk. She was glad he’d reached out. It had been on her mind to contact him. She’d told him to come to the flat after her shift. Now here he was.
‘What the hell got into her?’
‘I was going to ask you the same question,’ Nevis says. She moves over to the curtains, peers outside at the dying light and draws them closed.
‘I haven’t seen her to speak to in months,’ he says, his voice agitated and tremulous. In the months since he and Satnam split Luke has grown a goatee and he’s lost weight. His skin has taken on a strange pallor.
‘I’ve got her phone. I was hoping you might know her passcode.’
He picks up the can and begins bobbing his legs. ‘Isn’t that a bit, I don’t know, invasive?’
‘It might give us some answers.’
‘Maybe it was just, like, a spur of the moment thing?’ Luke asks, taking another swig from the can. She can tell he is genuinely upset. His hand is shaking as he raises and lowers the can. ‘I can’t get my head around it to be honest.’
‘There was an empty vodka bottle on her bedside table. If that had been there for long, I’m sure I would have seen it. We were always in and out of one another’s rooms.’
‘I remember.’
Nevis had burst in on Satnam and Luke in a private moment once. After that Nevis didn’t go in when Luke was around.