Chapters (65)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Acknowledgements
- Detective Kelly Porter
‘Alexandros and his mother have been executed. Gunshots. We were too late. I think we have enough on Sebastian to let him sweat tonight. I want to know what Tooting and Slater have to say. Someone needs to pay for this, and with Dansford dead, I can see the others walking away because there’s no way to prove their hands were dirty. I also want to send officers to Cyprus. I don’t trust the army to get to the bottom of this.’
‘That’ll take time.’ Matt’s phone rang. He listened, nodded and thanked the person on the other end.
‘Lights still burning in Hendon?’ Kelly asked. He smiled and nodded.
‘One of the vehicles coming in the other direction when Miranda Cooper’s car was crushed by the Ravensword lorry had dash cam. We’ve got a picture of the driver.’
She gave him a high five. Some good news was welcome.
‘We can’t let these bastards walk, Matt.’
‘I know. Kelly, you look knackered. Why don’t you go home. I’ve got this. We’re as far as we can be at the moment.’
‘What about the interviews of Tooting and Slater; we need to get to them before their lawyers get them released.’
‘Let me worry about that. Even if I was in London, I’d still do it by video link.’
‘Where will you sleep?’
‘There are cells underneath this place?’
‘You can’t do that,’ she protested.
‘I’m joking. I’ve booked a hotel over the road – the Castle.’
‘Twat.’
‘Thanks, Kell.’
She glared at him. She was desperate to go home and pour a glass of wine. Emotion welled up inside her, and she didn’t want Matt to see her cry. She walked away and called Johnny on the way to her car. As soon as she heard his voice, she let everything out: the copper at the cottage in Bampton, Alexandros and his poor mother, Emily, Mike…
‘I’ll go to yours now. Josie has a friend over,’ he said.
She hung up and found a tissue in her bag.
Chapter 60
In Hounslow, as Matt watched via direct screening, Philip Tooting replied ‘no comment’ to every question posed to him, at the encouragement of his lawyer.
In Camberley, Christopher Slater was leaking like a faulty tap, giving so much away they could barely keep up. None of it was on Tooting. Instead, it focused on Dame Charlotte Cross. The commissioner informed Matt that he’d be separating the inquiries, and from now on, he himself would be heading the investigation into the conduct of the Permanent Under-Secretary.
Matt leaned forward and spoke to a closed-network microphone connected to the interviewing officers questioning Slater. ‘Ask him who his contact is at the Met.’