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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
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  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
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. Forty-seven
  52. Forty-eight
  53. Forty-nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-one
  56. Fifty-two
  57. Fifty-three
  58. Fifty-four
  59. Fifty-five
  60. Fifty-six
  61. Fifty-seven
  62. Fifty-eight
  63. Fifty-nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-one
  66. Sixty-two
  67. Sixty-three
  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

Alf stops pacing. ‘OK, we’ll just be more careful. The police aren’t going to be interested in a pair of girls like you.’ He isn’t looking at us so doesn’t see Aoife flinch at the truth of his words.

‘So it will blow over in a couple of weeks.’ He turns to look at us, his face set, tight. He points at each of us in turn. ‘They ask you anything, you stay quiet, yeah?’

We nod. His eyes flash – disgust, hate, I can’t tell.

‘One word you’ve talked to the police and I’ll find you and kill you, got it?’

We nod again. Both desperate to show him we wouldn’t; both equally certain he would.

Thirty-one

‘Eve is hiding something. I just know it.’ But what? That was what Nell couldn’t figure out.

‘Do you think Eve knows who wrote the letters?’ Paul asked Carla.

‘She seemed sure it wasn’t Joanne, but other than that I couldn’t say.’

‘I’m going to stick my neck out and say she does.’ Bremer was tapping his pen on the desk. Nell wished he wouldn’t. She was irritated enough as it was.

‘Are we any further with Connor’s phone bills?’ she asked.

Carla shook her head. ‘I’ll chase.’

‘And when you do, ask for Eve’s and Joanne’s phone bills, so we can see if they have been in contact.’ Nell turned to Bremer. ‘I want to go and check out the husband. I can’t think of better revenge than getting the woman you hate wrongly convicted for murder, and car salesmen are dodgy as hell.’

‘Generalisations, Nell,’ Bremer warned, but he looked interested. ‘OK, you and Paul do that, Carla check for calls and dig some more on Joanne and Eve. See if there’s anything in their backgrounds that suggests a connection prior to Joanne’s arrest.’

But Nell was out the door before he’d finished speaking.

The showroom, selling every make of car imaginable, was on an industrial estate right by the station. They found Ian Fowler sitting behind a large glass desk in a room filled with shiny new BMWs, and the frosty reception they received told Nell he knew they were police.

‘DS Jackson, DC Hare. We’d like to have a few words about your wife, if that’s OK.’

‘No, that’s not OK. I’m at work and it’s not going to be a selling point having a couple of coppers here.’

Nell smiled and looked around the empty showroom. ‘Well, you’re very welcome to come down the station – you know where it is, after all.’

Ian looked thunderous. ‘If anyone comes in, we stop, got it?’

Nell didn’t reply, just took a seat.