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
She thought about it, lying back on her pillow and yawning deeply. He had a point. When she was away, even if it was just on the boat on the lake, out of mobile phone reach, she did unwind. The commissioner in charge of Hendon had already said that the inquiry was being divided. Their side of things – the murders of George and his associates – was almost wrapped up.
‘Why don’t you have a look while I’m out? Are you on call today?’ she asked.
He nodded. ‘I’ll drive you in. Pick you up later too. How long will you be there?’
‘It all depends if we can get confessions wrapped up and a likely case for the CPS. Things might heat up if any new information comes to light. We know who did it; we’ve got the fall guys in custody. But we don’t know exactly who ordered it. Remember that colonel you told me about? Leo Brown shagged his daughter at Catterick.’
‘Dansford?’
‘Same. He shot himself yesterday.’
‘Fatal?’
Kelly nodded, and sat up to stretch.
‘Christ. Why?’
‘Well that’s it, I’m not sure, but without him, it’ll be harder to pin down who did what.’
‘So he was definitely involved?’
‘Up to his eyeballs. But he’ll take his contacts to the grave.’
‘Come here.’ He took her face between his hands and kissed her. Her body was willing her to stay in bed and phone in sick, or pretend to be invisible: anything to not leave.
‘Have you checked on Graeme?’ she asked, pulling herself away.
‘I was going to do that today. Is the girl all right?’
‘Tilly? She’s going to be OK. My mission today is making the bastard who stabbed the officer talk.’
Johnny took her hand. ‘Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll do breakfast. When do you want to leave?’
Thirty minutes later, they were in Johnny’s car on the way to Eden House. When they got there, Kelly sighed and swore.
‘What?’ Johnny asked.
‘That’s Matt.’
Johnny looked to where a man was standing on the red stone steps outside the office. He pulled up and Kelly opened her door. The man stared at him. Johnny smiled and waved.
Kelly turned to him and widened her eyes. ‘Stop it.’
Matt came towards the car. ‘Morning, Kelly.’
‘Matt, this is Johnny. Johnny, Matt.’
Johnny reached across and held out his hand. Matt shook it.
‘Call me when you want a lift,’ Johnny said, and Kelly shut the door, watching him drive away.
She and Matt entered Eden House in silence and took the lift up to her floor. She would only call her team in should she need them. Coordination with London would allow her to make that decision later.
Matt spoke first. ‘Did you sleep?’
‘Like the dead.’ She regretted the choice of phrase. ‘Too well.’