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
‘Kind of, but something more complex that could actually train the brain into remembering. Antidepressants simply mask stuff, like a magic trick, but they’re not a long-term cure. I could go into reward pathways and the dopamine highway, but I think that’s probably a bit too much.’
They all nodded.
‘Thank you for your explanation,’ Kelly said. ‘It’s been really helpful. Is it a big budget? I know the highest earner for the company is asthma drugs, but what’s the business of depression like?’
‘Controversial.’
‘Meaning?’
‘If we found a long-term cure, the money made from the short-term magic trick wouldn’t be as impressive, but that’s just my cynical opinion, and cynicism isn’t really appreciated round here. I’m sorry, it’s been an upsetting couple of days.’
‘Are you aware of George perhaps working elsewhere apart from Ravensword? Did he mention a private lab to you? What about Emily and Mike?’
The technician hesitated. ‘Actually, that’s really strange. A couple of weeks ago, Emily said something a bit odd. I was standing right behind her. They were going to play squash and then go for a meal: they regularly did that, the four of them. Emily said to George, “I’ll see you at the lab.” When I took a double take, she said it was a mistake and we laughed it off. I never thought anything of it. Were they working somewhere else?’
‘We don’t know, it’s something we have to investigate. Did George ever mention the garage he rented in Bethnal Green?’
‘No.’
‘Do you know where they played squash?’
‘I think it was Bethnal Green, because they raved about the Thai restaurant there.’
As Kelly made her way out of the lab, she googled squash clubs in Bethnal Green. As she suspected, there were none. Next she uploaded HOLMES onto her iPad; the dynamic reasoning software was accessible to anyone working the case, and she could see updates coming in live. She cross-referenced the controlled drugs residues found at the garage with what was available in George’s lab, and got a match. She put a call through to the detectives in the lab and asked if drugs used in the developmental phase could be easily stolen, or was it like in a hospital where every minute vial had to be signed for. She had a reply straight away from the technician: before drugs became manufactured in combinations they knew were safe, all lab workers had free access to them, though it would be difficult to steal large amounts and he didn’t know anyone who would.
Perhaps he didn’t know his colleagues as well as he thought.