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
I tell them what they already know about Simon and I don’t know anything about Leon Quick to explain why he killed himself. I have absolutely no doubt that R is involved in Leon’s death; there was a certain look of accomplishment on his face when he told me about the suicide. If any one person could have that much influence over another person’s life, it’s R. God only knows what R did to him.
The police have been to this house several times in the past, once quite recently, back when I still had the tiniest sliver of hope that I could maybe one day escape. I watched R talk the police constable around with ease – a few choice words and my call was explained away as a prank of sorts. We all laughed, and I watched on hopelessly as he left me to face yet another round with R.
I can fake any mood thanks to my years of experience playing the role of dutiful wife. Knowing that the police could no longer help me, I decided to contact Simon. I wish I had never made that call. Maybe he would still be alive. Maybe I would still have hope for some kind of future. That one phone call was the beginning of the end. There is only one way out of this and that’s in a wooden box.
I see both DS Grey and DS Miles’ frustration. Part of me wants to tell them it’s nothing they are doing wrong, they are saying all the right things to make me want to speak to them. I wish I could. I wish I believed that they could help me, but I have been here too many times before. They are too late. I have no faith in the system. The only thing I believe in is the fact that this is my life. There is no way out.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Adrian was already at his desk when Imogen arrived at work. He’d been awake for hours anyway and so he sneaked away before she woke, leaving a coffee and clingfilmed marmite sandwich on the bedside table. He wanted to find out as much as possible about Corrigan and he didn’t need Imogen there second-guessing his motivations all the time. Had he told her too much about his past? Was she reading into things? Seeing things that weren’t there. Would things be different if they weren’t together?