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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Acknowledgements
  65. Detective Kelly Porter

It was cool under the shade of the umbrellas, and Alex watched the world go by beyond his sunglasses. Despite his apprehension, he had a good feeling about Tilly Knight.

Her call came through as his fish, chips and mushy peas arrived. They’d be boiling hot anyway, and he put them to one side. A lovely, open face filled the screen and Alex smiled.

‘Tilly?’

‘Alex?’

There was a time lag, but after they’d got used to that, Tilly told Alex about what she’d discovered in the Lake District, and they fell into a conversation about what they might do next. They had several options, one of which was going to the press.

‘Historically, cases like this get squashed before they even reach print, because they’ll have someone working on the inside,’ Tilly said. ‘As soon as we press “send” on the computer, there’ll be some kind of encryption to flag up sensitive words and phrases, and they’ve got the money to employ someone full-time to do it. It’s as sophisticated as what the Met has at its disposal.’

‘Really?’ Alex was shocked.

‘I’m afraid people can always be bought. Or killed.’

It was brutal. Alex stared at her.

‘I’m sorry. I don’t need to remind you of that.’

‘I found their bodies.’ There was a silence. ‘I think I’m next.’

‘They’ve probably worked out where you are. I’m sorry, that’s the truth. However, killing someone abroad is always tricky. Have you got a property that no one else knows about?’

‘We have a house in the Troodos Mountains. But what about my family?’

‘Can you convince them to go with you?’

‘I have thirty-two cousins.’

‘Right. It could protect them if you can’t be found. It might be your only hope. Don’t tell anyone you’re going.’

Alex put his sunglasses on his head and wiped his eyes. ‘Tilly, the man who found George. Did he say he suffered?’

‘It was a gunshot to the head, Alex. It was quick.’

‘But he knew it was coming.’

‘Yes, that’s why he called me that evening. I think the police have traced my number.’

‘What will you do? You can always come here. We can hide together.’

‘Tempting.’ Tilly bit her lip and Alex watched her. She was beautiful, and he wondered how George had found her.

‘We need to be able to talk at short notice. As for the documents and data, I think the only safe way to do it is if you hold each page up to the screen and I photograph it on my phone. I’ve bought a new one without a contract. I paid cash.’

‘You’re quite the detective.’