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  1. A DATE WITH DEATH
  2. Also by Mark Roberts
  3. A Date With Death
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Contents
  6. The Past
  7. 1977
  8. Day OneWednesday, 1st December 2021CatoptrophobiaFear of mirrors
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  35. The Past
  36. 1979
  37. Day TwoThursday, 2nd December 2021OneirophobiaFear of dreams
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  64. The Past
  65. 1980
  66. Day ThreeFriday, 3rd December 2021MonophobiaFear of being alone
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  113. The Past
  114. 1982
  115. Day FourSaturday, 4th December 2021ThanatophobiaFear of Death
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  155. About the Author
  156. An Invitation from the Publisher

‘It’s quite usual. They’re being discreet. They weren’t seen arriving together, they won’t be seen leaving together.’

Susan Hurst stepped back from the lift and placed the bag Edgar McKee had given her on the floor. She swung her bag round and, opening it, took out her purse. Pressing for the lift to return to the top floor, she opened her purse and took out a wad of banknotes.

With a quick and careful glance both ways, she flicked through the money before putting it back in her purse.

‘She had a good few hundred there. Does he have some super high-paid job?’ asked Tommy.

‘No, he doesn’t. Maybe he spends all his money on paying for sex and lives on thin air.’

Edgar McKee? wondered Winters. The more we learn about you, the less you add up.

100

0.39 am

Clay watched Wren as he walked into Interview Suite 1, flanked by his father and the duty solicitor, Mr Robson. He made a moment’s eye contact with Clay and looked as scared as he was confused.

‘Where’s Mr Cole?’ he asked, frozen on the spot when he looked at Hendricks.

‘He has other things to do, Wren. My name’s DCI Clay. I’m going to ask you some questions. Would you please sit down and listen very carefully to the things I’m going to say to you.’

‘Then, who’s that?’ asked Wren, sitting down and pointing across the table.

‘My name’s Detective Sergeant Hendricks and I’ll also be asking you questions.’

Clay stared across the table at Wren as Hendricks formally opened the interview and she felt a collision of emotions as she glanced down at the frozen image of Edgar McKee on her laptop in front of her.

‘Wren,’ said Clay, burying any empathy she felt for him in those moments by recalling the condition of Amanda Winton’s body in a flooded pothole on the bleak footpath between a park and a golf course.

‘I’m tired, I want to go to bed,’ said Wren.

‘You stay up until all hours most nights,’ said his father sharply. ‘That’s why you’re such a nightmare to get out of bed most mornings. You’re getting this sorted here and now.’

‘I don’t think you were telling the truth to DC Cole when he interviewed you. You denied knowledge of anything happening when you were on the footpath with Edgar McKee on Wednesday. You kept saying, I don’t know, I don’t know to most questions. Did Edgar tell you to say, I don’t know?’

‘No. I told myself.’

Clay leaned back and said, ‘Look at me, Wren. I think you’re building up a wall around yourself so that you don’t have to tell the truth. I think you’re doing that because you want to be a good mate to Edgar McKee. Is he your mate?’