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Chapters (79)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. PART ONEEdinburgh November 2008
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. PART TWOLondon November 1988
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. PART THREEEdinburgh November 2008
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Chapter Forty-Five
  53. Chapter Forty-Six
  54. Chapter Forty-Seven
  55. Chapter Forty-Eight
  56. Chapter Forty-Nine
  57. Chapter Fifty
  58. Chapter Fifty-One
  59. Chapter Fifty-Two
  60. Chapter Fifty-Three
  61. Chapter Fifty-Four
  62. Chapter Fifty-Five
  63. Chapter Fifty-Six
  64. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  65. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  66. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  67. Chapter Sixty
  68. Chapter Sixty-One
  69. Chapter Sixty-Two
  70. Chapter Sixty-Three
  71. Chapter Sixty-Four
  72. Chapter Sixty-Five
  73. Chapter Sixty-Six
  74. Chapter Sixty-Seven
  75. Epilogue
  76. Acknowledgements
  77. About the Author
  78. By the Same Author
  79. About the Publisher

Graham Marshall was behind the third cell door as we entered. The door was painted grey, six inches of steel with a tiny peephole in the centre. Bancho went up to the door and waved Gerry Cornwell forward. ‘Have a gander, he can’t bite, and he can’t see you.’

Cornwell stepped up to the door and peered through. We waited, holding our breath. He turned to face us. ‘I can’t tell through that little hole.’ He pointed to his glasses. ‘They’re getting in the way…you’ll need to open up the door.’

Bancho turned and shouted, ‘Ruby!’ When there was no answer, he stepped out into the middle of the corridor in front of the cells and shouted again. ‘Ruby!’ It was louder this time, and Ruby the turnkey came out from her side office, muttering under her breath and flipping through her keys. ‘Out the way, out the way.’ Although she was a civilian, she ruled the cells, and in her domain she was queen. Bancho scurried back; she unlocked the cell door and waited. There was no sound of feet. I wondered if Marshall was alive, or if by chance he had somehow managed to commit suicide. The door swung open. Gerry Cornwell stood in the crack and said nothing. Several long moments passed, then he leapt at Graham Marshall with a speed and ferocity that belied his years, drunkenness, and profession.

By the time Bancho got into the cell, Cornwell was straddling my client, sitting on his chest pinning him to the floor. He had his two hands in Graham Marshall’s hair and was banging his head up and down off the concrete like a basketball. A small pool of blood was forming underneath Marshall’s head. There was no doubt in my mind that he knew the psychiatrist. It was only the shock of seeing Gerry Cornwell that prevented him fighting back. Bancho pulled the psychiatrist off his prisoner, but Gerry Cornwell got one last kick in.

‘You little fucker…you tell me where Sam is!’ he shouted as his shoe connected with Marshall’s face.

‘I don’t know!’ he screamed back, spitting out blood. In a flash he was calm again. ‘I don’t know. Why? Is it important?’

Chapter Forty-Eight