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 …
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‘Quick was a bit of a gobshite, but he wasn’t in with Corrigan, not like Glover was. I don’t know why he would be terrified, though. Most of these little accidents at work came without warning. Sorry. I really don’t have much information. I wasn’t even there that long, so I’m not sure how much I can help you.’
‘We are trying to encourage Angela to make a statement telling us what happened the night Simon was attacked. We believe she has some information. Would you be willing to speak to her?’ Imogen said.
‘Life is hard enough with just one arm. I’ve been off Corrigan’s radar for a while and I prefer it that way. I doubt Glover is the first person he killed. I just can’t help you, I’m sorry.’
‘Well, thank you for taking the time to talk to us,’ Adrian said.
‘I hope you get him.’
They stood and left the flat. Adrian turned to Imogen as they walked back to the car.
‘How does Corrigan have that much power? How does he get away with it?’
‘Some people just feel entitled to it. They take what they want and screw anyone who gets in their way. Like Baqri said, it’s narcissism.’
‘We need to put him away.’
‘We do. We also need to be careful. I know you, Adrian. You think you’re bulletproof, but you aren’t.’
‘We can’t be afraid of people like that. They can’t be allowed to get away with this stuff.’
‘No one’s saying that. We just need to make sure not to piss him off before we can put him away.’
Adrian thought about what Baqri had said. What if Reece Corrigan knew that Adrian had tried to help Angela? What would he do then? Adrian wasn’t afraid, just curious. How far was Corrigan willing to go to protect what was his? Was he willing to hurt a police officer, or worse? At this point, Adrian had very little concern for his own safety; he just wanted to put Reece Corrigan away.
Chapter Thirty-Five
‘Where’s Adrian?’ Gary asked as he approached Imogen’s desk later that day. He looked more panicked than usual.
‘Last time I saw him he was coming to see you. What is it?’
‘Adrian asked me to check in with dispatch about the call Angela Corrigan claims she made to the police.’
‘You’ve got it?’
‘I’ve got more than that. I showed it to Adrian.’
‘And?’
‘He flipped out.’
‘Why? What’s on the call?’
‘It’s not what’s on the call that’s the problem. A uniform went to check on the call and he was wearing a BWV for at least part of the call.’