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Back When I Lost You
Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. Forty-seven
  52. Forty-eight
  53. Forty-nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-one
  56. Fifty-two
  57. Fifty-three
  58. Fifty-four
  59. Fifty-five
  60. Fifty-six
  61. Fifty-seven
  62. Fifty-eight
  63. Fifty-nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-one
  66. Sixty-two
  67. Sixty-three
  68. Sixty-four
  69. Sixty-five
  70. Sixty-six
  71. Sixty-seven
  72. Epilogue
  73. Acknowledgments
  74. Read More
  75. Prologue
  76. One
  77. Two
  78. Three
  79. Four
  80. Follow Merilyn online
  81. Dedication

‘DCI Max Bremer.’ He didn’t offer his hand and nor did Eve when she replied.

‘Best you look at the letter for yourself, Detective Inspector.’

‘Detective Chief Inspector.’ His tone was cold. Carla tensed, but Eve’s look told her she either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care.

Picking up her bag, Eve gave them a curt nod. ‘Anyway. Must go. These bodies don’t cut themselves up. Tell DS Jackson I’ll let her know if I’m right about the baby by midday.’

And before Carla could ask what she meant, Eve pushed open the glass doors and headed out into the blinding brightness.

They took the lift. Carla hated the small space and the proximity to her boss, but it was preferable to taking the stairs in this heat. She looked at the envelope.

‘What’s the pathologist’s story?’ asked Bremer.

Carla looked up, surprised. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Well she’s not exactly socially literate, is she?’

Carla laughed. ‘I’ve heard Eve called many things but socially illiterate has to be the most apt.’

‘Not well liked then?’

‘Very well respected,’ Carla replied. ‘And I think that’s what she values more.’

Bremer nodded. ‘Fair point. It’s not a popularity contest, after all. Although if it were, my money wouldn’t be on Ms Graham winning it.’

She couldn’t disagree. Eve wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and Carla had been surprised when Eve had mentioned receiving other letters. Why hadn’t Gerry ever mentioned it?

The lift doors pinged open and Bremer led the way to the office.

‘Let me know if I need to worry about the letter,’ he said over his shoulder, ‘and shout me when Nell gets in,’ before shutting the door to his office separating himself off with a plywood wall and a window that shuddered with the slightest movement.

Carla sat at her desk, one computer in front of her, one to the left and a police database a little further up, all pumping out heat that the stand-alone fan next to her couldn’t even begin to tackle.

Pulling out the letter, she laid it on the desk, placing an old coffee cup on one edge of the pages to stop them from blowing away, pulled up her hair to allow a breeze to her neck and began to read.