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
Ten minutes’ drive away, Ratner turns down the steep slope of Marlborough Hill and makes a left onto one of the cul-de-sacs running parallel to the ridge. From here the only way out is for Ratner to come back the way he came. Cullen pulls the Volvo to the kerb, cuts the lights and the engine and gets out. The silver VW draws up to an ugly block of flats half-way along the street, a cheap piece of 1950s infill built to cover a former bomb crater, he supposes. In Cullen’s experience the only real way to disguise a wound is to pretend it doesn’t exist. That way no one else sees it either. Exposed and poorly dressed wounds make people vulnerable and Cullen doesn’t like to be vulnerable. A light rain is falling now. Cullen ducks behind a hedge and watches. He doesn’t have to wait long before a girl he recognises emerges from the flats and, pulling her coat over her hair, runs on heels to the waiting vehicle. The passenger door opens and the interior light goes. He sees Ratner lean over and fold the girl into an embrace.
Chapter 16
Nevis
The early morning rain has dried up. It is now clear and crisp and the streets smell of traffic fumes and coffee as Nevis makes her way towards the flats in Kingsdown where Tash lives. She’d asked Luke for Tash’s address and he’d texted back immediately. He’d Ubered to a party there once so the address was still in his phone.
Nevis realises that Satnam has other friends. Obviously. From time to time she has brought them back to the flat for chips or pizza and Nevis would make a stab at joining in with the chit-chat or otherwise slink off to the library or to her room. But she has never got to know any of them well and had always assumed they were casual mates, fellow students whose company Satnam occasionally enjoyed. Nevis herself never felt the need to be friends with anyone but Satnam. Other people are too complicated. Until the night on the bridge she’d assumed that no one knew Satnam better than she did, but she’s now wondering if Satnam has hidden corners that only her other friends have seen into.