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Chapters (31)
  1. Title Page
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. 1996
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Epilogue
  30. V. L. McDermid
  31. Copyright Page

Again the “Oh, God” upward flick of the eyebrows, accompanied by the heavy sigh of the hard done by. “All right, then, what do you want to know?”

“The couple of times I’ve been in reception, I’ve noticed you taking messages for people without checking if they were in. Is that a regular thing?”

Lauren frowned. “Yeah. I’ve got a list of about a dozen blokes. They never come in the office, but I get messages for them regular.”

“What do you do with the messages?” Lindsay asked. The hair on the back of her neck seemed to be standing on end and, in spite of the stuffy heat inside the café, she felt a chill inside. So much hung on Lauren’s answer.

“I pass them on to Danny’s secretary. When I started working on reception, I asked who they all were and she said they were business associates of Danny’s. She said they were consultants who didn’t have offices with secretaries of their own and it was convenient for them to be able to leave messages here. I thought they must be a right bunch of tossers if they couldn’t spring for a mobile phone or voice mail or something.”

Lindsay let out the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. “Thanks, Lauren,” she said softly. “We’ll see you tonight.”

She nodded and gathered up her bag, pausing to light a cigarette. “Funny you should ask about the messages,” she said conversationally. “Penny wondered the very same thing.”

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Lindsay popped the last mouthful of strawberry tart in her mouth and carefully mopped her lips with the paper napkin. The movement of her jaw while eating still gave her twinges of pain, but she’d never been able to resist strawberry tarts, and those she’d found in California just weren’t the same. Sophie was watching her with an air of bemused affection. “I don’t know how you can think about eating when the next thing on the agenda is burglary,” she said.

“S’easy,” Lindsay said, swallowing her mouthful of cake. “Besides, it’s not burglary. No breaking, no intent to steal or rape or commit GBH on the premises. It’s not even criminal trespass.”

“You sure they haven’t changed the law since you last covered the criminal courts?” Sophie said dubiously.