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400 pages, Paperback
First published May 26, 2015
After years of practice, I am able to split myself in two: the part of me that acts spliced clean apart from the part that feels. In this way, I stay quite calm while I inflict pain.
DS Cole is doing everything she can to avoid using the word murder, but still, I hear it loud and clear. I see it, written on these grubby, windowless walls in capital letters.
How bizarre it is, to know my daughter will never age.
He takes another drink, looking into the bottom of that whiskey glass as though he might find salvation there. He leaves my side to pour himself another, and once again he's generous with the Special Reserve. In all the years I've known him, I've never seen him drink more than a couple of glasses of wine. I don't like the way he's drinking, but I'm not about to antagonise him by suggesting he stop.