And the house hadn’t been ransacked. Given that they were unlikely to keep said big bag of stolen money on display in the living room, it had to be someone who’d targeted them on purpose.

Someone who knew about the money.

Someone who knew where to find them.

Someone who’d killed before, or at least come face to face with death.

A car trundled past the window, and Logan’s gaze was drawn to the yellow light on its roof.

“Oh,” he said, jerking forward so suddenly that his chest honked the car horn. “Shite!”

Chapter Forty-Four

Tyler shuffled out of the station, pulling his case behind him with one hand, and pressing his phone to his ear with the other. A fine drizzle met him as he stepped outside, and he released his grip on the case just long enough to pull his jacket tighter to the back of his neck.

“No, we got in early,” he said. “I know. First time for everything. Have you left to pick me up yet? No? Right, just wait there. I’ll get a taxi over. No, it’s fine. Honest. I want to say cheerio to Hamza and Ben, anyway.” He scanned the taxi rank and found just one car waiting. “Put the kettle on. Tea on the train was shite.”

He quickly said his goodbyes, then rushed across the road before the woman making her way across the Morrison’s car park with two big bags of shopping could beat him to the car.

“Alright to chuck this in the boot, mate?” he called to the driver, holding his case up.

The driver’s door opened and a man in his mid-to-late thirties stepped out. His head was shaved, but the outline of the stubble suggested he’d have been largely bald even if he hadn’t taken the razor to it.

“Morning. Just,” the taxi driver said, reaching a hand out for the bag. “I’ll take that for you.”

“Oh, cheers,” Tyler said, handing over the case. He stepped back, making room for the driver to open the boot. It was a large boot, but then it was a large vehicle. A seven-seater. “I could probably have just taken it in the back with me,” the DC realised.

“No worries,” the driver said. He shoved the case in beside another bag, then quickly closed the boot. “In you get. Might be better up front, in fact. Just had someone with a couple of dogs in the back, and they were both soaking.”

Tyler nodded, walked around to the front passenger door, then climbed inside after lifting a glossy brochure that had been sitting on the seat.

“Tesla,” he remarked when the driver returned. “Nice. You thinking of getting one?”

“Thinking about it, aye,” the driver confirmed.

“Expensive?”