Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- 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
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Fifty-nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-one
- Sixty-two
- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Follow Merilyn online
- Dedication
‘And Georgie was back in her cot, asleep.’
‘You saw she was asleep?’
‘Yeah, she was lying there, all quiet, so of course she was asleep.’
‘But you didn’t touch her?’
Kelly-Anne shook her head. ‘No. Connor came over to me and pushed me out the room – but only to make sure I didn’t wake her again,’ she added.
‘And where was Connor when you walked in?’
‘By the cot. He had his hands on Georgie, patting her.’
‘Patting her?’
‘Yeah, you know, to make her sleep.’
Nell wondered how hard you had to pat a baby in order to crush its ribs. ‘Was he patting her with the palm of his hand?’
Kelly-Anne shifted in her chair, pulled at a strand of hair that had come loose from her tight bun. ‘What? I don’t know, I can’t remember.’
‘Was his hand like this?’ Nell raised a palm. ‘Or was it like this?’ She made it into a fist.
Kelly-Anne opened her mouth to speak, then stopped.
‘His fist was patting the baby, wasn’t it? And he wasn’t doing it to make sure she went to sleep, he was making sure Georgie never got to bother him again, wasn’t he?’
Kelly-Anne didn’t speak, so Nell went in for the kill.
‘Did Connor O’Brian kill your baby?’
Kelly-Anne stared mutely at her.
‘And you saw him do it, but covered up for him – that’s right, isn’t it? You saw Connor hit Georgie with his fist and you couldn’t stop him, so rather than lose them both you chose to stick with him and lie for him, didn’t you?’ Nell felt her heart race and took a couple of deep breaths to steady it. She didn’t want the red mist coming down now, not when she was near the finishing post.
She stood. ‘Kelly-Anne, I’d like you to come to the station with me. Give a formal statement. Will you do that?’ She didn’t want to have to arrest the woman if she didn’t have to, but if Kelly-Anne wouldn’t come quietly she damn well would.
When Kelly-Anne didn’t move, Nell leaned down and gently took her arm.
‘I didn’t let him kill her,’ she finally said. ‘Honest I didn’t.’
Nell didn’t believe her and the defeat in Kelly-Anne’s tone told Nell she didn’t either. As Nell walked her to the door, she saw Paul, phone in hand, on the balcony that spanned the length of the block.
He was going to be insufferable when he found out Kelly-Anne’s account didn’t match Eve’s. But then that was the least of her worries. She needed to find Connor, see if his account matched Kelly-Anne’s, because someone was lying and despite Kelly-Anne’s convincing performance, Nell still wasn’t ready to believe it was Eve.
Nine
Bremer slammed the car door shut and looked at Carla.