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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

As she walked to the lift, the self-reproach turned to excitement as it dawned on her that not only had she resolved the past in her own head, she was also going to see Johnny very soon. It put a spring in her step and she didn’t look back as she entered the lift. She grabbed a coffee on her way out, and saw that the car was waiting for her, with Emma inside.

It had been a productive trip and she’d achieved what she’d set out to do: namely to give context to the two cases and ensure consistency between the forces. Sometimes, working with the Met could turn into a David and Goliath situation, and she hoped Matt wouldn’t veer away from what they’d agreed now that she’d left. Surely not even he would be that immature. She mulled over his parting words and closed her eyes, willing them to be desperation to get her to stay. She couldn’t believe he’d come all the way to Cumbria just to make a point.

She greeted the driver and her colleague and popped her coffee into a holder. Once she was settled in the back of the car, she arranged her notes and various screens around her so she could keep up to date, and they set off.

So far no one had been able to get hold of Matilda Knight. She had been seen up to now as merely a person of interest, but after her car was caught on the ANPR travelling north, she had moved closer to the top of Kelly’s list. If her journalistic nose had got the better of her, it made perfect sense to check out George’s last days in the Lake District. More worrying was what had happened to her flat. If the woman was in danger, they only had limited time to find her. Kelly put a call through to DS Umshaw and told her to release Knight’s photograph to local units. They needed to find her. She was perhaps the last person to speak to George. It was looking more and more likely that it was his controversial work that he’d been killed for, and speaking to a journalist before a homicide was something that needed investigation. Perhaps she’d gone off radar on purpose. Someone could have easily called her to tell her what had happened to her flat; it was big news in the apartment block where she lived.