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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

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.’