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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

‘The garage. We know it was rented by George. Why? Forensics have been through it and reported traces of chemicals not designed for anything other than a controlled environment. There was also residue of faeces of an animal not native to the UK. Namely the cyno monkey.’

Baffled glances travelled around the room and a photograph of a monkey came up on the board. The caption underneath read: Cynomolgus monkey, native to south-east Asia. Commonly known as the crab-eating macaque.

‘They were running a lab?’ An officer correctly deduced where Matt was leading them. He nodded.

‘I want to know why. Perhaps they found something lucrative, and Skarparis has run off to sell it to the Russians, killing his colleagues for good measure?’

‘But why steal an antique rowing boat, and why travel to the Lake District in the first place? Why not wait until George returned home?’ Kelly asked. She couldn’t help herself. Matt had drawn them all in, and she was taken back to years ago, when she’d found it as awe-inspiring as Emma did now.

‘A lab coordinator at Ravensword said she had a call from Skarparis yesterday morning enquiring about his colleagues. She said he sounded stressed. We’re checking the company’s CCTV and I think we go with releasing his photograph to the press. He’s Cypriot, isn’t he? Monitor the airports.’

‘Who found the bodies of Emily Wilson and Mike Hudson?’ Kelly asked.

‘A dog. The garage doors were ajar and it was attracted by the smell. When the owner went to look, he saw them.’

‘I used to live near there. There’s CCTV all over the place.’

‘Correct. It’s being checked. As is ANPR for both George’s road movements before he went up north, and Skarparis’s. We’re looking at the routes between all the victims’ residences and the available routes to Ravensword and the garage over the last six months.’

‘That’s a huge undertaking.’ Kelly appreciated the scale of such a task. It could take months. Matt nodded, as if to say: What did you expect? An irrational thought entered her head, and she stared back at him: was he hoping that she’d be in London for more than a week?