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Back When I Lost You Save as PDF
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
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  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
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  44. Forty
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  48. Forty-four
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  62. Fifty-eight
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  64. Sixty
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  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

And for the first time in his life, Simon says, ‘I’m sorry.’

Four

The entrance to The Varsity Club was in Oxford’s covered market – a small warren of indoor market shops above which ran painted ornate iron castings. Carla and Nell walked down the fake grass runner to the dark narrow entrance, climbing the flight of stairs which opened up into a large bar, hundreds of glass bottles lining the blackened wall behind a well-polished bar top.

Nell opened her warrant card and held it up to the bartender. They were the only ones there, but at such an early hour she’d have been worried if they weren’t.

‘DS Jackson. I’m here about the woman who died last night. We’d like to take a look around if that’s OK?’

‘Sure. If you head up to the roof, Adrian is there cleaning up. I think he was on the late shift yesterday so he may be of some help.’

Thanking him, they headed to the stairs.

Nell looked over her shoulder to Carla. The analyst looked pale, hesitant to climb the stairs. Nell got it. ‘You drink here often?’ she asked, keen to distract.

Carla gave a short smile. ‘Is that what you say to all the ladies?’

Nell laughed. ‘It’s fail-safe, I tell you.’ They turned the corridor and began the next flight.

Nell glanced over her shoulder. ‘How’s it going? With Baz, I mean.’ She’d been reluctant to ask, now Carla was back with her fiancé, but she’d been there to pick up the pieces when he’d found out she’d been taking the pill behind his back, when he’d thought they’d been trying for a baby, and you didn’t just bounce back from that.

‘He’s trying to show he trusts me,’ Carla said, following. ‘But we both know he doesn’t, so instead putting on a brave face and pretending we’re the same couple we were before.’

They emerged onto the roof terrace; overhead heaters trying to battle the damp fog obscuring Oxford’s skyline; a mishmash of heights, spires and lead-laced windows. Nell stood for a second, scanning the long table down one side, scattered with cushions, glass table-tops slightly frosted, lights along the wooden floor. ‘Posh,’ she said, grinning over at Carla who had pulled out a map she’d scribbled before they’d left the office.

‘Baz must really be trying to get in your good books if he brought you here.’

Carla grimaced and looked down at her map. Walking over to Nell she pointed at the page.