Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
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- Five
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- Forty-one
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- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
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- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
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- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
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‘Agreed.’ Bremer pointed to Nell. ‘Take Paul and go pay a visit to Joanne – surprise her, so she doesn’t have a chance to run. Carla, you get the SIO for the Waites case on the phone and pull him in. If they’re working together, we need to find Mary ASAP before Joanne can warn her.’ He paused. ‘What about Eve? Do we think we need to notify her? Is she at risk?’
‘I think we need to at least warn her. Maybe make sure her husband stays with her, seeing as he’s a cop. I don’t think we need to do anything more yet. The less we make our lines of enquiry public the better.’
Bremer nodded. ‘Agreed. Carla, after you’re finished with the SIO, get hold of the husband and ask him in for a chat. Nell and Paul, we’ll see you later, and if you’ve any doubt over Joanne’s story, bring her in.’
Forty-eight
Then
All I want is to see the baby, know she’s OK. But it’s been hours now, so all I can do is sit on the hospital bed waiting for a social worker to take me to the police.
No one has mentioned her – why has no one asked me about her? I pick at the rough bed sheet and list the things that worry me: the baby; what will happen to me now; whether I will be in trouble for helping Alf; will I go to jail? My mind buzzes with thoughts and I bite my lip until it bleeds.
‘Hey, don’t do that.’
I look up and find the copper who rescued me smiling down at me. He hands me a tissue and I dab it at my lip. I suddenly want to cry. I’d forgotten how gentle his voice is, how it wraps me up and makes me feel safe.
‘Where’s the baby?’ I whisper so the nurses can’t hear. He comes and sits on the bed and takes my hand.
‘Your baby?’
I hesitate. If I say she’s mine maybe they’ll let me keep her? But if I keep her Alf can find her and I don’t want that to happen. It suddenly strikes me I shouldn’t want her found either. She links me to Aoife’s murder just as much as she links Alf.
I’m filled with sadness that I can’t be with her and wish I could have held her for a little longer in the hope she might remember me.
‘No,’ I say, ‘she was Aoife’s. My friend.’ He nods and I see he knows this already. Of course, I think, they will have found her body by now. I’m consumed by grief and guilt.
‘Shall I tell you a story?’ he asks. I nod, my throat too filled with tears to reply.