Happiness, security, the purity of family. His teenage self would have ripped the piss out of him so mercilessly – wine and babies? A takeaway in front of the telly? Pathetic. He had almost laughed at the thought that such an image would be so welcoming. A glass of wine in one hand, Bonnie cradled in the crook of his other arm, then a Chinese takeaway in front of a movie with Gill, once Bonnie was fast asleep. Patrick had been desperate all day for some fresh air and a non-stewed coffee, but what was really keeping him going was the thought of walking back into his warm, baby-scented home, and the sticky embrace of his five-month-old daughter Bonnie. Despite the fact that several witnesses and two CCTV cameras had seen Dean smash the window of the sporting goods outlet and beat the security guard to death, he was stubbornly denying it. Detective Inspector Patrick Lennon had been stuck in a windowless interview room for seven hours with an uncooperative drug-addled thug called Dean Kervin, who had a face like a potato that had been boiled several days earlier. A few seconds of innocent calm, perhaps a faint falling whizz, the silence as Patrick opened the front door and everything was too quiet … Knowing instantly that something was wrong, but not yet having a clue as to how much, how complete and irrevocable that wrongness was. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Īmazon, the Amazon logo, and Thomas & Mercer are trademarks of, Inc., or its affiliates.Ĭover design by bürosüdo Munich, Library of Congress Control Number: 2014940618 Text copyright © 2014 Louise Voss and Mark Edwards Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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