‘I have come to say thank you.’ The monk studied Mann and smiled.

‘You have come far on your journey.’

‘Yes.’

‘Walk with me.’ The monk got slowly up from his seat and walked out of the temple. Mann followed. The sun beat down on them, the sky was azure blue.

‘Remember, Johnny Mann.’ The monk turned to him and smiled. ‘Holding on to anger is like holding on to a hot coal—you are the one who is burned.’

The old woman was there again, with the baskets of birds. She stepped into Mann’s path and held up a basket with a dusty sparrow, flapping its wings in distress.

Mann looked at her and nodded. She opened the cage and the bird flew up and away into the cloudless sky.

‘Free bird, free soul.’

125

‘How is she?’

Mann waited with Alfie in the kitchen as Jake went into the bedroom to see his mum. He had been in there for over an hour.

‘She has hung on just long enough. It was as if the minute she knew he was safe, she let go. She has only a few days left now.’

‘I’m sorry, Alfie.’

Alfie took a deep breath and nodded. His eyes were red-rimmed. His shoulders rose and fell as he began to cry and then he stopped himself. He stood and went to the window to look out. The trees had all come into blossom on the street outside.

Jake appeared in the doorway. His face was stained with tears.

‘Mum wants to see you, Johnny.’

Mann gave Jake a hug as he passed him.

Magda was in her bed. She had lost a lot of weight. Her cheeks were hollowed, her eyes sunken and dark.

She smiled at him. He sat beside her on the bed.

‘Thank you, Johnny. Are you okay?’ He had a lump in his throat and couldn’t answer. Her face was ashen. The silk scarf around her head was pale blue like her eyes. They seemed to reflect a sky in some distant world. He nodded and tried a smile. She wasn’t buying it. She put her hand on his. ‘This has been so difficult for you, I know. To find out so many things about your father, a lot of them not good. I understand how you must feel. I have felt it too. I have thought about it over and over. Who was Deming? Who was he really? I wanted to make sense of it before I die.’ She thought for a few seconds before continuing. ‘I realised that I only knew a part of him. But that part was good. And maybe you can’t ask to know everything about everyone. You can’t and you shouldn’t. Everyone needs their secrets. Do you think you will be able to forgive him?’

Mann looked down as he thought about the answer and he shook his head.

‘I just don’t know, Magda. I despise triads with every bone in my body. To find that Deming was one, albeit one who tried to change, it’s going to take time for me to get my head around it.’

‘Please try for Jake’s sake and for mine.’

He nodded and looked into her eyes, cloudy as the early morning mist veiling a blue summer’s day. ‘The one thing I am certain about, Magda, is that Deming loved you. You are the reason why he wanted to change. You and the boys were the reason why he wanted to stop being a triad.’

‘And the reason he was killed?’

Mann shrugged. ‘It was his choice, Magda, he played with fire and he got burned. But then we wouldn’t be sat here now if he hadn’t, would we?’ He smiled at her concerned face. ‘And I am very glad to have known you and proud to have Jake as my brother.’

She squeezed his hand and she sighed and her eyes went to the open window; the scent of spring was in the air.

‘I am so scared of dying, Johnny.’

He shook his head. He fought hard to stay in control of his emotions. He took a deep breath and took her hand in both of his as he smiled at her.

‘Let me tell you something, Magda. When I was dying in the jungle I had a dream. I saw Daniel in that dream. He came to bring me back to the living. He wanted to show me that he was content, he was happy. He will be watching and waiting for you. Don’t be scared.’

Magda turned away as a tear trickled from the corner of her eye and she listened to the sound of children playing on the street below. Then she turned back and smiled.

‘Thank you, Johnny.’

Mann got up to leave. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead as he whispered: ‘Bye, Magda.’

Magda looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears. ‘Jake’s going to need you when I’m gone, Johnny.’

Mann nodded and swallowed hard.

‘And I will always be there for him, Magda; he’s my brother.’

Acknowledgements

Thanks to my agent Darley Anderson for your support and friendship and to Maxine Hitchcock, a great editor who knows how to bring out the best in me. Thanks as always to my family and friends and to all the people who read my books.

About the Author

Lee Weeks left school at sixteen and, armed with a notebook and very little cash, spent seven years working her way around Europe and Southeast Asia. She returned to settle in London, marry and raise two children. She has worked as a cocktail waitress, chef, model, English teacher and personal fitness trainer. She now lives in Devon. Her debut novel, The Trophy Taker, was a Sunday Times bestseller as was her next, The Trafficked.

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