Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
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- Forty-nine
- Fifty
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- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Fifty-nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-one
- Sixty-two
- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
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- Dedication
Bremer looked interested. ‘OK, I’m going to take Mr Eyre to his car. Let me know when I get back.’
When he’d gone she just sat and stared at the desk, trying to ignore the conclusion she’d already drawn.
Joanne had come back to find the policeman who’d saved her and Gerry had tried to cover it up. But why? And how far had he gone to make sure they weren’t linked?
And then she realised. If Gerry carried Aoife’s baby to safety, then Gerry must know the person who handed her to him.
Mary.
Fifty-four
Now – Eve
I pull petals off the roses Gerry brought me. ‘My husband loves me, my husband loves me not,’ petals fall on the kitchen floor, ‘my husband loves me, my husband loves me not …’
‘Eve?’
I close my hand round the head of the rose and crush it. ‘My husband loves me not.’ I turn to face him.
‘What’s the matter? Has Mary been here again?’
‘Why would you think that?’
His face is one of studied concern. ‘You just seem angry.’
‘I’m not angry. I’m annoyed we’ve got ourselves into a position where the police are now circling.’
‘And you blame me for that?’
‘It was your idea.’
‘But you agreed.’
He’s right. I did. When Mary sent her latest creation, it felt different from the others. Like she was stepping up her attack. So we agreed it made sense to wrong-foot her by going public. ‘But I didn’t agree to the rest, did I?’ And that is the crux.
Gerry sits down. ‘I had a run-in with Bremer.’
I stare at him. This just keeps getting worse. He is pale and his hands are shaking. I soften. We are, after all, in this together and if we fight we’re doing Mary’s job for her.
I put the kettle on. ‘Or would you prefer a glass of wine?’
‘A beer would be good.’
I open the fridge and take out a bottle of wine and a beer. Popping the lid, I hand it to him before getting myself a glass and joining him at the table.
‘What happened?’
‘I went to see Carla and he told me to leave. I refused.’
I am lost for words.
‘He thinks you have something to do with Connor’s death.’
‘What? That’s absurd.’ I almost laugh.
‘Is it?’ Gerry’s eyes don’t leave my face, searching it for the answer he wants. I take a mouthful of wine.
‘I need a cigarette.’
‘No, please, Eve, answer the question.’
‘Are you seriously asking me if I murdered a man?’
‘Yes.’
I stand, grab my wine and pull open the kitchen door. Gerry follows me. After a couple of drags I’m able to reply.
‘Why do you think I killed a man, Gerry?’