Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
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- Eight
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- Eleven
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- Fourteen
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- Nineteen
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- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
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- Twenty-seven
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- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
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- Thirty-seven
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- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
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- Forty-three
- Forty-four
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- Fifty
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- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
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- Dedication
Kelly-Anne watched Nell speak. Her eyes – free now from all make-up – looked painfully young and shone with an intensity that made Nell want to look away. Either Kelly-Anne was a great actor or there was no way this woman killed Connor. Hard to fake pain like that.
‘Do you know who did it?’ Kelly-Anne asked.
When Nell didn’t reply immediately, Kelly-Anne put her hand to her mouth. ‘My God, you think it’s me, don’t you? But I didn’t – I couldn’t. I love him, so why would I?’ Before Nell could speak, Kelly-Anne continued, words forming before thoughts.
‘Because you think he killed the baby and I wanted revenge? But he didn’t, he didn’t kill my baby.’
Nell took a breath. ‘But someone killed your baby, Kelly-Anne. So if it wasn’t Connor …’ She let the words settle, watched realisation dawn.
‘I didn’t kill Georgie.’ She said it with such certainty Nell was in no doubt she meant it. And in truth, Nell had never believed she had, regardless of Eve’s conclusion. That thought unsettled her for a second.
‘Kelly-Anne, do you know why Connor was at flat 2, 34 Rose Way?’ She watched the woman’s jaw clench, her shoulders rise.
‘It would be really helpful if you could have a think, let us know if Connor went there regularly.’ Paul’s voice was silky smooth and Kelly-Anne immediately relaxed at the sound of it.
‘I never saw him go there. But people told me he did.’ She looked ashamed. ‘But I sort of just ignored it, you know?’
Paul nodded. ‘Yeah, I get it.’
She gave a small smile. ‘Like, if I said I knew, it would make it real and I didn’t want it to be.’
Paul nodded. ‘I get that too. Been there, done that.’ He rolled his eyes, only slightly, just enough to let her know he was on her side. Man, he was good.
‘So, what had people told you?’
‘That he was seen going to the betting shop and then going up to the flat after.’ She paused. ‘They said it was his ex-girlfriend’s flat.’ She looked Paul in the eye. ‘They said she was a prostitute.’
Paul took his time to reply. ‘How did you feel about that?’
Kelly-Anne thought. ‘Angry. Like, why go to a prostitute when you have me.’ It wasn’t said with arrogance, nor was it posed as a question, because she obviously had no desire to hear the answer.
‘Have you ever met Gloria?’
Kelly-Anne tensed. ‘Once. She came to our flat screaming about money he owed her. But I didn’t speak to her. I just watched from the balcony while Connor talked to her.’
‘And how did that end?’
‘She went away. And that was that.’
‘You didn’t think of confronting her when you heard Connor had been visiting her flat?’
Kelly-Anne wrapped her arms around herself again. ‘What would be the point?’