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
‘I don’t have time to worry what it is you’re sorry for, but never say sorry. Not even if a judge from the last Court of Appeal tells you to, got it?’ He started the engine and moved the car towards the junction of the cul-de-sac.
‘Got it,’ she said. But she didn’t regret it and she’d do it again if the same situation arose.
‘Connor’s gone AWOL.’
Carla turned to Bremer, who kept his eyes on the traffic as he pulled across the main road, away from Oxford, towards HQ.
‘The call I got was from Nell. They’ve taken Kelly-Anne in but we need you to find possible addresses for him.’
It was suddenly obvious why Bremer was so tense. And Nell must be kicking herself for not bringing them in the night before.
‘I’ll get on it as soon as we are back. How long’s he been missing?’
‘About an hour and a half.’
‘Shit.’
‘Precisely.’ Bremer joined the dual carriageway and pressed on the accelerator. ‘He could have got anywhere in that time.’
Connor didn’t strike Carla as the adventurous sort, more a creature of habit, but when someone’s back was against the wall you never could tell where they’d go.
‘Did she say why?’
‘Why he did a bunk? Seems Eve was wrong. Kelly-Anne saw him kill the baby.’
Carla stared out of the window. She itched to be back at her desk. If Bremer hadn’t dragged her out of the office she probably would have found Connor by now. Instead she had to wait another ten minutes for HQ to come into view and before Bremer had even switched off the engine Carla had unbuckled her seat belt and had her hand on the door.
Paul and Nell were seated at opposite ends of the office, as if the heat made sitting too close unbearable.
‘What’s happened to the air con?’ Bremer pulled off his jacket and laid it carefully over the back of a chair.
‘Broken.’ Nell fanned herself with her notebook as if to emphasise the point. She looked irritated, but then so would Carla if she’d just lost the main suspect in a murder inquiry.
Bremer approached the wipe board, pen poised. ‘Right – Connor. How long’s he been gone for?’
‘Almost two hours,’ Nell replied.
Carla started up her computer, half listening to the rest of the team behind her.
‘Kelly-Anne’s not saying much,’ Nell said, ‘but I get the impression he stays local when he does a bunk.’
‘Yeah, but this is the first time he’s done it off the back of a kid being killed,’ Paul pointed out.
Carla wanted to point out this was getting them nowhere, wanted to tell them to leave her alone to find addresses they could go and knock up, but she didn’t need to.