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Chapters (44)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Epilogue
  43. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The phone in my bag buzzed and I snatched it up before the nurse could look disapproving. I took it to the corridor, trying to clear my throat. ‘Hello, Ali Morris.’ Was this the news about Jake?

A man’s voice, measured and harried. ‘Hello, this is Arthur Ravenscroft speaking.’

Mike’s boss, returning the call I’d made earlier. ‘Yes, hello. We met, at the Christmas do last year?’

‘Of course.’ He’d no idea who I was. ‘We’re terribly sorry to hear about Michael’s accident.’

‘It wasn’t an accident, sadly. He was attacked.’ By his own son. I wondered how much people knew. ‘Mr Ravenscroft, there are some . . . discrepancies in our accounts, and I wanted to check what the position was with Mike – with my husband’s salary.’

His tone changed. ‘Ah. Yes. If it were just a case of sick leave, then we’d pay that for a month, then statutory thereafter, but I’m afraid we have a strict policy for employees who are accused of a crime. They’re immediately suspended and we reserve the right to terminate their employment.’

My mouth was so dry I couldn’t speak for a moment. ‘But what if they’re acquitted? If it’s a false accusation.’

‘There’s compensation available, I believe.’

‘But . . . we don’t know how long it will take to come to trial. He’s not even conscious.’

‘I know, Mrs Morris. But the firm can’t be associated with a crime of this nature. Our client base is somewhat . . . conservative. And we signed up to a zero-tolerance charter on sexual harassment. We have to distance ourselves.’

‘So what – what do we do for money?’ My voice was too loud, I knew. A nurse stuck her head out of a cubicle, frowning. It was undignified, but I was starting to panic. This couldn’t be happening.

‘I would hope that with our generous bonus scheme, Mike had savings. Or of course if the case were to collapse . . . I’m sorry, Mrs Morris. This is the policy and we’re perfectly within our rights. We could have fired him already. Now, I must go. I do hope he recovers soon.’

The line went dead. So there was my answer. If I wanted to keep my home for my children’s sake, I had to get Mike’s case dropped, and fast.

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