DAMAGED

MARTINA COLE

About the Book

When the bodies of missing schoolgirls start turning up, former DCI Kate Burrows is dragged out of retirement.

A new Grantley serial killer is in town and DCI Annie Carr turns to Kate for help.

She welcomes the distraction from her home life with former gangster, Patrick Kelly, whose long lost son has appeared out of the blue, bringing trouble with him.

It soon becomes clear the killer is on their doorstep and as the body count grows, Kate and Annie face a race against the clock.

But they have no real leads . . . and there’s more to these murders than meets the eye. Can Kate take the killer down before another schoolgirl dies?

About Martina Cole

© Charlotte Murphy

Martina Cole’s first novel Dangerous Lady caused a sensation when it was published, and launched one of the bestselling fiction writers of her generation.

Twenty-five years later, Martina has gone on to have more No.1 original fiction bestsellers than any other author. She won the British Book Award for Crime Thriller of the Year with The Take, which then went on to be a hit TV series for Sky 1.

Four of her novels have made it to the screen, with more in production, and three have been adapted as stage plays.

Her unique, powerful storytelling is acclaimed for its hard-hitting, true-to-life style – there is no one else who writes like Martina Cole.

This is what they say about Martina Cole . . .

‘The stuff of legend. It’s vicious, nasty . . . and utterly compelling’

Mirror on FACELESS

‘Her gripping plots pack a mean emotional punch’

Mail on Sunday on THE RUNAWAY

‘A blinding good read’

Ray Winstone on THE KNOW

‘Intensely readable’

Guardian on FACELESS

‘Right from the start, she has enjoyed unqualified approval for her distinctive and powerfully written fiction’

The Times on BROKEN

‘An extraordinarily powerful piece of family drama’

Daily Mirror on THE BUSINESS

‘The acknowledged mistress of the insanely readable gangster thriller, Cole has delivered another addictive tale of men of violence and the women who love them . . . brutally compelling’

Sunday Mirror on GET EVEN

‘We always get excited when a Martina Cole novel drops on our desk, and she continues to maintain her reputation as one of the best fiction authors around with this gritty and unforgettable story of a family immersed in a world of violence and revenge. Spectacular’ 5*

Closer on THE LIFE

‘Martina tells it like it really is and her unique, honest and compassionate style shines through’

Sun on THE TAKE

‘The queen of crime’

Woman & Home on HARD GIRLS

‘Dark and dangerous’

Sunday Mirror

‘Thrilling, shocking and exceptionally written, you’ll get lost in this gritty novel, which proves there really is only one Martina Cole’

Closer on REVENGE

‘The undisputed queen of British crime thrillers’

Heat on GET EVEN

Copyright © 2017 Martina Cole

The right of Martina Cole to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Apart from any use permitted under UK copyright law, this publication may only be reproduced, stored, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, with prior permission in writing of the publishers or, in the case of reprographic production, in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency.

This Ebook edition was first published by Headline Publishing Group in 2017

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Cataloguing in Publication Data is available from the British Library

eISBN: 978 1 4722 0110 2

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Table of Contents

Title Page

About the book

About Martina Cole

Praise

Copyright Page

Also by Martina Cole

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-three

Chapter Forty-four

Chapter Forty-five

Chapter Forty-six

Chapter Forty-seven

Chapter Forty-eight

Chapter Forty-nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-one

Chapter Fifty-two

Chapter Fifty-three

Chapter Fifty-four

Chapter Fifty-five

Chapter Fifty-six

Chapter Fifty-seven

Chapter Fifty-eight

Chapter Fifty-nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty-one

Chapter Sixty-two

Chapter Sixty-three

Chapter Sixty-four

Chapter Sixty-five

Chapter Sixty-six

Chapter Sixty-seven

Chapter Sixty-eight

Chapter Sixty-nine

Chapter Seventy

Chapter Seventy-one

Chapter Seventy-two

Chapter Seventy-three

Chapter Seventy-four

Chapter Seventy-five

Chapter Seventy-six

Chapter Seventy-seven

Chapter Seventy-eight

Chapter Seventy-nine

Chapter Eighty

Chapter Eighty-one

Chapter Eighty-two

Chapter Eighty-three

Chapter Eighty-four

Chapter Eighty-five

Chapter Eighty-six

Chapter Eighty-seven

Chapter Eighty-eight

Chapter Eighty-nine

Chapter Ninety

Chapter Ninety-one

Chapter Ninety-two

Chapter Ninety-three

Chapter Ninety-four

Chapter Ninety-five

Chapter Ninety-six

Chapter Ninety-seven

Chapter Ninety-eight

Chapter Ninety-nine

Chapter One Hundred

Chapter One Hundred and One

Chapter One Hundred and Two

Chapter One Hundred and Three

Chapter One Hundred and Four

Chapter One Hundred and Five

Chapter One Hundred and Six

Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Chapter One Hundred and Eight

Chapter One Hundred and Nine

Chapter One Hundred and Ten

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Epilogue

Martina Cole’s 23 bestsellers (so far) – in order of publication. All available from Headline.

Dangerous Lady (1992)

The Ladykiller: DI Kate Burrows 1 (1993)

Goodnight Lady (1994)

The Jump (1995)

The Runaway (1997)

Two Women (1999)

Broken: DI Kate Burrows 2 (2000)

Faceless (2001)*

Maura’s Game: Dangerous Lady 2 (2002)*

The Know (2003)*

The Graft (2004)*

The Take (2005)*

Close (2006)*

Faces (2007)*

The Business (2008)*

Hard Girls: DI Kate Burrows 3 (2009)*

The Family (2010)*

The Faithless (2011)*

The Life (2012)*

Revenge (2013)*

The Good Life (2014)*

Get Even (2015)

Betrayal (2016) *

On Screen:

Dangerous Lady (ITV 1995)

The Jump (ITV 1998)

Martina Cole’s Lady Killers (ITV3 documentary 2003)

The Take (Sky 1 2009)

Martina Cole’s Girl Gangs (Sky Factual documentary 2009)

The Runaway (Sky 1 2011)

*Martina Cole’s No. 1 bestsellers – at time of press she has spent more weeks at No. 1 than any other author

For my beautiful girl Freddie Mary

Prologue

2015

It was hot.

A real August day when the sun felt relentless and the air was filled with the screaming of seagulls. The landfill site in Essex was busier than ever, with the endless stream of trucks queuing up to unload their cargo. The noise of the gulls amid the constant sounds of earthmovers and lorries was so loud the ground workers had to shout to be heard above it.

But it was the stench that was the workers’ main gripe. The combination of rotting vegetation, the wasted food mixed in with household chemicals and the carcasses of dead animals was even more potent in the burning heat. It never ceased to amaze the ground-force workers what people threw out without a backward glance. Dogs, cats, puppies – even the occasional exotic pet, such as a snake, and once a three-foot iguana – had been found dumped in with the household waste. One of the old-timers remembered finding a newborn baby years before, its tiny foot poking out of a Tesco carrier bag. Oh, there were plenty of gruesome tales to tell in the pubs they frequented. Rubbish had a strange fascination for the people who dealt with it. They might be nicknamed ‘shit shifters’, among other things, but they shared a camaraderie that was well worth the ridicule.

On the plus side, many had found expensive objects over the years too; it was astounding what people inadvertently threw away. Jewellery, bundled-up money and wallets along with designer handbags and expensive electrical items – iPads, iPods, phones – the list was endless. The less scrupulous of the men would quietly pocket their finds while others took them straight to the offices in case people were looking for them.

Today was a Tuesday, a particularly busy day for them as the rubbish accumulated over two weeks in thousands of households was unloaded to be crushed and buried. Among the mass of waste, the rats were as brave as gladiators and the men had long learned to ignore them. Like the gulls they were an inescapable part of the job. Big bastards and all, some of them. Alongside them were often scavengers of the human variety – Eastern Europeans who scoured the place looking for anything of value. They were chased away regularly, but were soon inevitably back looking for stuff to sell or reuse. It was heartbreaking but the men knew they had to scare them off, especially the children – this was no place for kids. It was often a losing battle, as they continued finding them there bright and early, raking over other people’s cast-offs day after day.

Micky Cartwright was one of the oldest men there; he’d been shit shovelling, as he told anyone who would listen, since he left school at fifteen, and he loved it. He had a large skull which still sported a full head of snow-white hair and, as he rolled himself a cigarette this particular morning, he sighed in exasperation. Unlike many of his workforce, Micky was a staunch Britain First supporter, which did not sit well with a lot of the other workers. Especially the men from ethnic backgrounds. There had been more than one complaint about his language and some of his remarks throughout the years. Today, the heat was getting to everyone and tempers were high. He’d thought it best to step out for a bit.

As Micky looked over the site he saw in the distance a figure climbing over the heaped rubbish and wondered how this fucker had managed to get past the others.

Walking back into the Portakabin they used to make tea, he picked up his binoculars – a wonderful find from many years before – and, stepping outside once more into the brilliant sunshine, he looked over to see who this was who’d managed to get in.

As Micky adjusted the binoculars, he wondered if he was actually seeing what he thought he saw. He was so shocked, he continued to watch the shape for a minute or two before running into the site office shouting, ‘Fuck me, lads, you’ve got to see this!’

Putting down their mugs of tea and coffee, the men followed him outside. There was always something going on amid the bustle of a landfill site; it was one of the perks of the job. Micky handed his binoculars to a man called Jeremy Fewster who was the undisputed ganger in charge of the men and their differing duties, depending on his idea of their capabilities. Shovelling shit wasn’t exactly on a par with rocket science but it was a lot more complicated than people on the outside realised.

Jeremy looked at the figure in the distance for a few minutes. Like Micky he didn’t know what to make of it. It was so surreal. All the men on break were now trying to see what had captured so much attention but the sun was glaring down and it was difficult to make out anything from this distance. Jeremy started to give them a rundown on what he could see, as gradually even the men in the earthmovers stopped what they were doing to gawp at the strange sight.

A lone woman of indeterminate age dressed in a patterned sleeveless sundress and a large sunhat, her eyes hidden behind huge sunglasses and wearing a ludicrous pair of bright yellow wellington boots, was gradually making her way to the centre of the tip. She was holding what appeared to be a box or container tightly to her chest as she struggled to get to her destination. Jeremy watched, fascinated, as he could almost feel the power of her determination to do whatever it was she was there for.

When she finally stopped, she stood for a few moments looking around her at the endless sea of rubbish, wiping the sweat from her brow in a very feminine gesture, with the tips of the fingers of her free hand. He knew how difficult it was to walk through rubbish; it wasn’t as easy as you’d think. He watched her steadying herself before she took the lid off the container and started to scatter what looked like ashes all over the refuse around her. He could just make out the satisfied smile on her face as she did it.

‘Well, lads, she’s obviously scattering her old man’s ashes. All I can say is, he had to be some kind of cunt to get this treatment!’

The men were laughing, some not as heartily as others, as guilt and the thought of something like that happening to them was hammered home. But it was definitely another crazy story for the shit shifters to reminisce about as the years rolled on.