Hidden Sin: Part 1 of 3: When the past comes back to haunt you. Julie Shaw
Чтение книги онлайн.
Читать онлайн книгу Hidden Sin: Part 1 of 3: When the past comes back to haunt you - Julie Shaw страница
Название: Hidden Sin: Part 1 of 3: When the past comes back to haunt you
Автор: Julie Shaw
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
isbn: 9780008228521
isbn:
Certain details in this book, including names, places and dates, have been changed to protect the family’s privacy.
HarperElement
An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
First published by HarperElement 2018
FIRST EDITION
© Julie Shaw and Lynne Barrett-Lee 2018
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2018
Cover photographs © plainpicture/Valery Skurydin (young woman); © Romany WG/Trevillion Images (figure)
A catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library
Julie Shaw and Lynne Barrett-Lee assert the moral right to be identified as the authors of this work
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.
Find out about HarperCollins and the environment at
Source ISBN: 9780008228484
Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780008228521
Version: 2018-04-03
This book is simply dedicated to our Alan Taylor. Rest in peace, Alan – you fought with every last breath to stay as long as you could with my lovely little cousin, Sue, AKA our Nipper, and your girls, Penny, Lou and Lindsay. They all did you proud, Alan, and always will do. You were everything a man should be and you’ll be sadly missed. x
‘Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity, and in sin my mother did conceive me.’
Psalm 51:5
Contents
Bradford, June 1997
Mo took a slow look around him and sniffed the air. Nothing had changed, he realised. The Sun Inn still delivered: its familiar cocktail of stale beer, cheap perfume and sweat. Did it feel good to be back? He wasn’t sure yet.
On balance, though, yes. Because he knew he still had it. Knew from the ripples of reaction that seemed to flow out when he moved. The odd stare. The covert nudge. The inevitable whispered conversations. Conversations that he knew were taking place in his wake. So on balance, yes. Yes, the weather was shit, obviously, but for the most part it felt good to be home.
He swayed – he couldn’t help it – to the rhythm of the music. A young band. Loud and fast. A little raw, but pretty good, currently banging out Blondie’s ‘Picture This’. He leaned in towards Irish Pete – well, as close as his nose allowed, anyway. ‘These are good, man,’ he shouted at his friend above the noise. ‘What they called?’
‘Parallel Lines,’ Pete said. ‘Blondie tribute band.’
‘I think I got that much.’
‘And СКАЧАТЬ