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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

‘I can do that. Meanwhile will you update bloody HOLMES?’

‘I really don’t want to.’

‘What? Tell me what you’re thinking. I can hear your brain from here. I should never have let you go.’

Kelly ignored the comment. ‘We’re talking huge money here. You know that Philip Tooting’s basic salary was one point two million last year, and that’s nothing compared to his share options and benefits, not to mention his freebies. His bonus in March was three million, and most of that was invested abroad. His company turns over billions of dollars per year. Why would he not mourn the death of a man he shared cosy dinners with? George’s name was scribbled out and no one at that event paid their respects or made a speech in his honour. Why? What was the neurocellular lab working on that was so threatening? I thought antidepressants and the like were worth billions – as would be a cure for addiction – so what’s the problem? What did they do wrong?’

‘Are you suggesting we create an elite investigation?’

‘Yes. If it goes on to HOLMES, everybody from Hendon to the Hebrides will know within hours.’

‘Now you’re pointing the finger at the Met? For God’s sake, Kell. Hang on.’

‘Haven’t you listened to anything I’ve said? How do we know that more agencies aren’t involved? Who else knows about it at DEFRA? How deep does this go? Is it a World Health Organisation issue?’

‘You’re joining dots that haven’t been drawn yet. It’s a fatal flaw in police work.’

‘Don’t you dare make this about me! Tilly Knight spoke to George once, and we traced that call from inside Allerdale House. How did anyone else know she was involved?’

‘So you’re pointing your finger at my team?’

‘Would it hurt to check file activity from those not necessarily tasked with the finer details?’

‘Inside my office?’

She could smell his indignation but she had to know.

‘Give me some evidence and I’ll take it to the commissioner,’ he said at last.

‘How long?’

‘Twelve hours.’

‘And it stays off HOLMES?’

Silence.

‘There’s more,’ she said.

‘I’m all ears.’

‘I spoke to the MoD again after what you told me about the military police not being able to get hold of Alexandros. Tilly can’t get hold of him either and they were supposed to Skype to exchange documents. Alexandros Skarparis went off radar hours after a conversation I had with a brigadier at the MoD.’

‘Now you expect me to believe the army is involved?’