Nothing; absolutely nothing. Babs Halliday had ransacked the penthouse and found nothing.  But then, what was she looking for? There must be something to explain Rodney’s murder.

How can I love him and hate him at the same time?

Babs had rifled through every drawer, every cupboard, every nook, every cranny of that penthouse. She would have to go out to the holiday home in Fuerteventura and look there if all else failed. But it was unlikely that Rodney had left anything incriminating in their other place. He was so careful to cover his tracks and leaving something dodgy somewhere that was not occupied all the time and where he could keep an eye on it.

That is why I never knew his other side. The side that I hate now that I do know. I would never wish him dead,...

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