Chapters (97)
- Cover
- Praise for Katerina Diamond
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Chapter Seventy-Five
- Chapter Seventy-Six
- Chapter Seventy-Seven
- Chapter Seventy-Eight
- Chapter Seventy-Nine
- Chapter Eighty
- Chapter Eighty-One
- Chapter Eighty-Two
- Chapter Eighty-Three
- Acknowledgements
- Author’s Note
- Keep Reading …
- Everything you think you know is a lie …
- Some things can’t be forgiven …
- Roses are red … he wants you dead
- Sometimes the past comes back to kill you …
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
‘Who does know about those accidents? Who might Corrigan confide in aside from you?’ Imogen asked.
‘I don’t know.’
‘That’s not good enough.’ Imogen moved towards the door again.
‘I can find out!’
‘How?’ Walsh said.
‘I spend most of my days in the Portakabin on the main site going through admin and making calls, but I could ask around. See who he’s been talking to.’
‘How do we know we can trust you?’ Walsh asked.
Chilton hesitated for a moment before glancing at the picture of his daughter again.
‘She deserves better than him, you’re right. It might take a while; I don’t want him to get suspicious.’
‘OK, we’ll give you some time to get the information and then you need to tell us everything you know,’ Walsh said.
‘I will. I’ll try.’
‘I wouldn’t tell anyone about this arrangement, if I were you. Not even Angela. You could get hurt and we need you to help us build a case against him.’
‘I’m not stupid. Please, you had better go.’
‘Don’t leave town,’ Walsh said.
They left the house and walked back to the car. Imogen looked back over to Chilton’s house and saw the curtain moving. He was watching them, waiting for them to leave. Had he really decided to help them out or was it all just an act to get them off his case? Was he going to run straight to Corrigan and tell to protect himself? Or was he going to do what they asked? Only time would tell.
Chapter Fifty-One
Adrian hadn’t been into work since the attack two days ago. He couldn’t put off going back for much longer, not without a medical note, but he wasn’t sure how to get one, or even if he wanted to. He was going crazy at home, waiting for those men to come and get him again. He knew Imogen was worried about him and he didn’t know how to stop it. The only way he knew was to start acting normally again. The only problem was he couldn’t remember how to do that.
After Imogen left for work, he got up and showered before walking to the hospital. Going outside was hard, but staying at home was no better. They knew where he lived and they had got to him before, so they could get to him again if they wanted to. Where he was wouldn’t matter, so he opted not to be housebound.
He walked into accident and emergency and showed his warrant card to the woman on reception.
‘I need to speak to Dr Hadley. Is she in today?’ Adrian said.