Jane Casey

The Cutting Place


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      THE CUTTING PLACE

      Jane Casey

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2020

      Copyright © Jane Casey 2020

      Cover design by Claire Ward © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2020

      Cover photographs © Mark Owen / Trevillion Images (woman in tunnel), Shutterstock.com (all other images)

      Excerpt from The Killing Kind © Jane Casey 2021

      Jane Casey asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008149086

      Ebook Edition © April 2020 ISBN: 9780008149109

      Version: 2021-03-24

       Dedication

       For Claire Graham

       Epigraph

      ‘Ask yourself “Am I satisfied that I have done all I can?”’

      from the Domestic Abuse, Stalking and Harassment and Honour Based Violence (DASH 2009)

      Risk Identification and Assessment Checklist for Police Staff Laura Richards, BSc, Msc, FRSA

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Two years earlier

      Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Two years earlier

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Two years earlier

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Two years earlier

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Two years earlier

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Two years earlier

       Chapter 17

       Two years earlier

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Now

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Now

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Chapter 36

       Chapter 37

       Chapter 38

       Chapter 39

       Chapter 40

       Chapter 41

       Chapter 42

       Chapter 43

       Chapter 44

       Chapter 45

       Chapter 46

       Chapter 47

       Chapter 48

       Keep Reading …

       Acknowledgements

       About the Author

       Also by Jane Casey

       About the Publisher

       1

      For a few moments, it was the quietest place in London. The area under the footbridge was as hushed as a chapel while the black mortuary van was pulling away. A little group of us had gathered there to show our respects, photograph-still: uniformed officers, forensic investigators, a team from the Marine Police unit in their wetsuits, a pair of detectives and a small grey-haired woman in waterproofs and rubber boots standing to one side, her arms folded. Then the van disappeared from view and the picture dissolved into movement. Back to work. Life goes on.

      The woman in waterproofs turned to me.

      ‘Is that it, then? Can I go?’

      ‘Not yet, if you don’t mind. I need to hear your account of what happened.’

      Kim Weldon gave a deep, testy