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Chapters (67)
  1. Cover
  2. One
  3. Two
  4. Three
  5. Four
  6. Five
  7. Six
  8. Seven
  9. Eight
  10. Nine
  11. Ten
  12. Eleven
  13. Twelve
  14. Thirteen
  15. Fourteen
  16. Fifteen
  17. Sixteen
  18. Seventeen
  19. Eighteen
  20. Nineteen
  21. Twenty
  22. Twenty-One
  23. Twenty-Two
  24. Twenty-Three
  25. Twenty-Four
  26. Twenty-Five
  27. Twenty-Six
  28. Twenty-Seven
  29. Twenty-Eight
  30. Twenty-Nine
  31. Thirty
  32. Thirty-One
  33. Thirty-Two
  34. Thirty-Three
  35. Thirty-Four
  36. Thirty-Five
  37. Thirty-Six
  38. Thirty-Seven
  39. Thirty-Eight
  40. Thirty-Nine
  41. Forty
  42. Forty-One
  43. Forty-Two
  44. Forty-Three
  45. Forty-Four
  46. Forty-Five
  47. Forty-Six
  48. Forty-Seven
  49. Forty-Eight
  50. Forty-Nine
  51. Fifty
  52. Fifty-One
  53. Fifty-Two
  54. Fifty-Three
  55. Fifty-Four
  56. Fifty-Five
  57. Fifty-Six
  58. Fifty-Seven
  59. Fifty-Eight
  60. Fifty-Nine
  61. Sixty
  62. Sixty-One
  63. Sixty-Two
  64. Sixty-Three
  65. Sixty-Four
  66. Sixty-Five
  67. Sixty-Six

But he had something for the Chief Superintendent now, though he wanted to kick himself for not taking out his phone and getting a quick photo of the man he had convinced himself was Fats, Fats moving money from here to there, Fats who had sucked Brookie in, Fats who deserved . . .

Only that was not the way to go, don’t even think it, he was here to sniff something out and report back, let them deal, which they had a reason to now, short of money or not.

Delia Frances had come in, the lines of people with winning slips were forming at the bookies; if he’d put his fiver down it would have turned into forty plus his money back, but Vince wasn’t bothered. He hadn’t come here to start gambling, win or lose, he had had a better reason than that. More important.

He headed for the exit.

Forty-Three

Ginger was approaching a small beaten-up van on the far side of the car park. If the stadium had been emptying out at the end of the racing, Vince would never have spotted him, but not a single other person was there, so that he managed to reach his own car, keeping Ginger in sight, and staying behind him at a safe distance, onto the main road and away. What he ought to do was call the DCS but he had to stay in pursuit now – if he found out where Ginger lived, he would have much more to tell.

Outer reaches of Bevham was what he guessed and for a couple of miles that’s what it looked like but then they swung left so maybe he was heading for the motorway and he came from somewhere much further off. The roads were quiet. Another left and the Lafferton sign. Another three miles, skirting it, along the canal road. This was his own way home.

Starly.

Nothing else came between them and Vince had to slow a bit, not wanting to look as if he was following. He was on sidelights only now. Forty, fifty miles an hour for a bit, then the lanes twisted about from here, the road climbed, and Ginger was driving carefully. There were no speed cameras round here but police patrols had been more active lately, stepping up the surveillance, the random pulling in, making their presence felt.