Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
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- Five
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- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
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- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
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Nell followed his finger and saw a uniformed police officer on her phone, looking harassed. Catching sight of them, the uniform lowered her phone and waved, beckoning them up.
‘Jesus. Bets?’ Nell turned to Paul, who was studying the balcony.
‘Connor’s done a runner and Kelly-Anne has admitted he killed their baby?’
‘Seriously?’ Why the hell was Paul letting one letter throw such doubt on Kelly-Anne’s guilt?
‘Why not?’
‘Because Connor didn’t do it?’ Irritated, she strode towards the stairwell.
‘Why are you so sure she’s right?’ Paul called after her.
Nell stopped, turned to face him. ‘Because she’s a bloody pathologist. It’s her job to know who did what and when.’
Paul jogged over to join her, then led the way up the concrete steps.
‘You’re really sure this Kelly-Anne did it, aren’t you?’
Was she? Maybe. There was a control issue with Connor, that much was obvious, and Kelly-Anne could have silenced the baby at his request. Once Nell thought it, the more possible it sounded. In which case she’d get them both banged up for murder.
Nell noted the urgency of the uniformed officer’s wave as they approached.
‘Anyway, it doesn’t matter what I think, what matters are the facts, so let’s just see what’s wrong, shall we?’
The officer’s cheeks were flushed with heat and she had a panicked look in her eyes. Shit. One of them had done a runner, she knew it.
‘Problem?’ Nell asked.
‘It’s the father. He went out for cigarettes and hasn’t returned.’
Paul threw Nell a look and it wasn’t hard to know what it said – they should have nicked the pair last night.
‘How long ago?’ she asked.
‘About forty-five minutes.’
Nell checked her watch – you could get a long way in forty-five minutes. ‘Does Kelly-Anne know where he could be? How far is the shop?’
‘About four minutes away. I’ve been down there and they don’t recall seeing him. It’s pretty small and I bet he’s a regular, so I’m guessing he hasn’t been in.’
‘And Kelly-Anne? What’s she said?’ The heat was making Nell’s jacket stick to her, emphasising that this was a ball-ache she could well do without.
‘She’s distraught, says he’s left her. She’s spotted he’s taken the overnight bag he uses when he walks out after the baby’s crying gets too much.’
‘So he’s got form for going AWOL?’ Paul asked.
‘Seems so.’
‘Does she know where he goes?’
‘She didn’t say.’
‘Well, let’s go ask her again, shall we?’ Nell said.