Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
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- Fourteen
- Fifteen
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- 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
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- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
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- Forty-nine
- Fifty
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- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Fifty-nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-one
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- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
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- Dedication
Nell watched Carla process this. Was she picturing Gerry alone in the box, worrying for him? Or hoping he got everything coming to him? She concluded it was probably a bit of both.
‘But with Eve,’ Paul said, ‘who exactly will be in the dock, if you know what I mean?’
‘Eve or Mary?’ Bremer asked.
‘Yeah. Are we charging her as Eve or as Mary?’
‘Mary. That’s who she is. Eve never existed.’
Nell pitied the jury having to untangle it all. She still didn’t get it and she’d met both Mary and Eve, but as the former had left Nell with a permanent reminder of herself, it suited Nell just fine that it would be Mary who got to spend her remaining years in jail.
Joanne’s face flashed up again. Nell felt the breath catch in her throat.
‘You OK?’ Bremer was looking at her, his face full of concern.
She nodded. Took a breath, grateful for the feeling of air down her throat.
‘Let’s leave the debrief.’ He picked up his coffee. ‘Rest. Don’t think too much. And if you start to panic, pull on the cord for a nurse.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Don’t be belligerent, Nell.’
She laughed. ‘I called you sir.’
‘Exactly.’ He beckoned for Paul to follow. ‘See you shortly, Sergeant.’
Carla remained on the bed.
‘God, give us a sip.’ Nell pointed to the coffee cup.
‘No. You don’t need any more adrenalin in you.’
Carla looked pale. Tired. The red lipstick was on, but rather than hide her fatigue, it just served to highlight it.
‘You OK?’
‘Mostly, yeah.’
‘What’s happening with Baz?’ Nell asked.
Carla looked out of the window. ‘He left me a note.’
‘And?’
‘I haven’t read it yet. What with everything that’s happened, I just haven’t wanted to.’
Nell pushed herself up in the bed. ‘You got it on you?’
‘Yeah. Why?’
‘Hand it over.’
‘Nell, now really isn’t the time.’
Nell held out her hand. ‘Give it.’
Carla hesitated before reaching down and taking the letter from her bag. Passing it over, she then cradled her coffee in her hands, watching as Nell took the page from its envelope.
Nell looked at her. ‘Ready?’
Carla nodded, so Nell began to read.