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336 pages, Hardcover
Published February 27, 2025
He’ll need a hole at least four feet deep to stop the scavengers. In Iraq he’d seen what happens when bodies weren’t properly dealt with. It was a country now littered with mass graves, the violence of war hidden from view. Harri knows that some of those bodies will have been mutilated beyond recognition; intelligence has to be gathered and sometimes the getting of that knowledge was a cruel thing. There was already an investigation into military brutality at Majar al Kabir, with several dead insurgents photographed with lacerations from sharp objects, gouged eyes and mutilated genitalia. It was sick. And it was war. Harri lays the bird down in the pit and begins to shovel the earth back into the hole. And just like that the evidence is covered up.
and she is the rock, hasn’t she been the rock on which others can pause, rest, find comfort? So she keeps twisting, Catrin Williams, wife, lover, mother, daughter. That’s it, put the beans in the pan, put the bread in the toaster, go through the motions, get through the day and don’t think about Matt, who hasn’t called or messaged since they parted; don’t think about Mum, who’s started to struggle with the stairs; don’t think about John, who’s being too kind; don’t think about Rhys, who’s been told to take a few days awat from school; and don’t think about Harri. Don’t think about the fact it’s only four days until he comes home and, no, don’t think of the letter, that awful letter that arrived yesterday, the letter she’s not shown anyone else; no, just count down the days, the hours, the minutes. Four days and he’ll be home. Four days, four days, four days, how is she going to get through those four days? And all these men, all these bloody men, running around in her head, with their bloody wars and agendas and opinions taking up her time and her attention, all these bloody men, how dare they do this to her, lean on her, treat her like an island, come visiting, resting, recuperating, demanding and cajoling, and then off they go, all of them going, going, going. How dare they?