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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

‘OK, give me fifteen and I’ll be there.’ Ending the call, she pulled into a petrol station, grabbed a box of paracetamol along with two cans of Coke and a black coffee. Squeezing two tablets from their packaging, then a third, she downed them with the Coke before putting the car into drive. Why was Carla making a fuss about a suicide and, more importantly, why the hell did Bremer agree? She knew he was still relatively new to the team, arriving from the Met with a strange obsession for including civilian crime analysts in every minutiae of a case, but this was extreme even for him. Pulling the car into a bay and swiping in through the back gate, she had a sinking feeling this was going to be a long day, chasing nothing and getting nowhere, a feeling only strengthened when she opened the office door to see Carla in Bremer’s office, gesturing wildly.

‘What’s going on?’ She threw her bag down on her desk and looked down at an amused Paul. The DC had his feet on a chair, phone in hand, half-drunk coffee on the disorganised desk next to him. His tattoos poked out from under a faded grey T-shirt, covering arms that had obviously spent copious hours in the gym.

‘There was a suicide at The Varsity Club in town last night. A homeless woman, we think.’

Nell was watching Bremer hold up his hands as Carla continued to speak. ‘So why have we got it?’

Paul took his feet from the chair and swivelled round to face her. ‘Carla was there. Saw it all. And seems like she’s got some theory it wasn’t a suicide at all.’

Nell frowned. ‘Well, it either is or it isn’t.’

‘Exactly. But try telling her that, because Bremer has and she’s having none of it.’ He took a swig of coffee and winced. ‘Cold. CID are furious that Bremer has pulled rank and he’s told Carla she has it for twenty-four hours. After that he’s bouncing it back.’

Nell assumed that was the argument currently under way in Bremer’s office. ‘She’s lucky to have it for that long. And I suppose we’re going to get roped in?’

‘You assume correctly.’

The door to Bremer’s office flew open and Carla strode out, took a seat at her desk and wheeled her chair to face them. Her cheeks were pink, her expression serious, but she looked tired – as if she hadn’t slept, and it occurred to Nell this might have been the first death Carla had been a witness to; she told herself to go easy on her

‘What’s up?’ she asked.

‘There was this death at The Varsity Club last night and I want some time to work on it but Bremer’s being pig-headed about it.’