The Butcher's Daughter
Victoria Glendinnig
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
"As the team unpacked things from the SUV and distributed them for carrying down the trail, I walked a little way off to grab a cigarette."
"That was the statement I gave to the police, sitting in the police station somewhere off the A1 in France. It was the truth. But not quite the whole truth."
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