Chapter Twenty-Nine – DCI BeckleyNew Year's Eve 2015. 8am
I cannot stop staring at her horrific injuries. Her face is barely recognisable from those that I've seen of her prior to the attack.
The guilt that Kate must be feeling is unimaginable, which was his clear intention. He's an absolute bastard for putting that on her.
I share her guilt. It's my fault that she published the story. I provided the exclusive that diverted his attention towards her, and ultimately her family. If he was infuriated with her actions, I don't understand why he didn't tackle the issue head on and claim Kate as a victim. I'm glad he didn't, of course. Perhaps he felt that attacking a relative would hurt more. Logically though, Louise fitted the profile; Kate doesn't.
I sly another glance at Louise, her face
