Chapters (33)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Letter from Author
‘I presume so.’
Spencer brushed the crumbs of his sandwich off his jacket and tossed the plastic container into the bin.
‘Foxley’s business partner, James Myers, gave us a long list of people he thought had grievances against Foxley. But so far the only other possible motive we’ve uncovered regards the previous owner of Foxley’s flat, Sebastian Martinez. We haven’t got all the details yet.’
Spencer put the file on the table and Tyler started flicking through it.
‘Bloody hell! Have you seen how many people he has listed?’
‘To be honest, guv, I was at the hospital nearly all night, we’ve been at the agency all morning and then we came straight here. I haven’t even had time to look at it.’
‘We’ll need to sift through this list as soon as we’re finished. Right, let’s take a look at the postmortem report. The pathologist concluded that the cricket bat was used to inflict the blunt-force injuries to Foxley’s head. The blood grouping on the cricket bat was matched to the victim’s. No surprises there. The forensic team are expected in at any moment and I hope Detective Sergeant Lawrence will have some more details.’
‘Could robbery have been a motive?’ Spencer asked.
‘Doubtful, as we have no forced entry and no drawers or cupboards were ransacked. The safe contained jewelry, money, Foxley’s will and mortgage papers. Again, Paul Lawrence might have more, as they have numerous fingerprints from the scene. We also have clear footprints in the victim’s blood from, we believe, quite a common sneaker-type shoe.’
‘Do we have anyone who can fill us in about Foxley’s private life? And who he might have allowed into his flat?’
Tyler shook his head. ‘We had a lengthy interview with his cleaner, Frieda Lunn – when she wasn’t crying her eyes out – but she didn’t really know much. She did mention that Mr. Foxley occasionally had people sleeping over, mostly on weekends. She worked on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays, from nine until twelve, and he was not at home on the Monday when she went in. Toots the dachshund was there, and she left just after ten for a dentist’s appointment. If Foxley had had guests at the weekend, he would have left the bed linen ready to go to the laundry. And on the Friday he would have left her a shopping list if he was going to be entertaining at the weekend.’
‘How long had she worked for him?’ Jane asked.
‘Two and a half years. She had previously worked as a cleaner in his office, and she had only recently been doing three days a week for him. She said he was generous and likeable, if rather untidy. The three dogs made a lot of work for her shedding their fur all over the place.’
‘Did you ask her about the ex-wife?’