Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
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- Eight
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- Eleven
- Twelve
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- Fourteen
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- Nineteen
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- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
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- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
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- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
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- Forty-three
- Forty-four
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- Sixty
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- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
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- Dedication
Carla could hear the tension in Paul’s voice. She caught Bremer’s eye, his look a mix of anger and concern. Striding across the office, he took the radio.
‘DC Hare, what do you mean DS Jackson has gone in? Gone in where?’
‘She’s headed to the Grahams’ address, sir.’ The helicopter was so loud in the background, it almost drowned out his words.
‘I told her not to go in without armed officers. How long ago did she leave?’ Bremer checked the clock.
‘One minute ago, sir.’
Bremer’s finger hovered over the button. He looked at Carla. ‘That leaves three minutes at least until the firearms unit gets there.’ He held the radio up to his lips.
‘DC Hare, you are not to follow DS Jackson, do you understand?’
‘But what about Nell, sir? She’s on her own.’
‘That’s the choice she made, Constable, but I’m giving you a lawful order, and I repeat: do you understand?’
Carla almost couldn’t bear to hear Paul’s response; a lawful order was as high as it got, you disobeyed a lawful order from a senior officer and you might as well hand in your warrant card to HR the same day. But how must he feel, knowing Nell was going in while he just sat and watched?
After a short pause, Paul replied. ‘Yes, sir.’
Bremer put the radio back on the desk and folded his arms. Carla didn’t say anything while he stared at a blank wall.
‘I know what you’re thinking,’ he said, not looking at her. ‘DS Jackson can disobey an order if she wants to, but I’m not losing Paul just because of her stupidity.’ He stared down at her. ‘I’m not losing both of them, Carla.’
Nell entered the house silently through the back door. Baton outstretched, stab vest securely pulled around her chest, she scanned each room as she entered. With downstairs clear, she moved to the bottom of the stairs, pausing as she heard voices: upstairs, door to the left, immediately at the top of the stairs, two voices, both female. She moved slowly up the stairs and onto the hallway landing, then moved along the wall until her hand was on the door handle. She took three deep breaths, steadied her hand, and walked in.
Sixty-four
Now – Mary
There is a sound. It doesn’t come from the beach. I tense. The tears stop. I grip the metal in my hand.
‘It’s OK, it’s just the wind,’ Joanne tells me.
But it isn’t. The lights flash outside like a black and white movie and I pull myself up. I hear footsteps on the stairs, each one a burst of gunfire, then a face appears at the door. I know that face. How do I know it?
‘Eve Graham, put the gun down.’