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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

‘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.’