Chapters (79)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Prologue
- PART ONEEdinburgh November 2008
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- PART TWOLondon November 1988
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- PART THREEEdinburgh November 2008
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- By the Same Author
- About the Publisher
I couldn’t afford to alienate her completely; I tried to come up with a reason that was more than simply getting her out of my hair. ‘A criminal case isn’t won or lost on the day, Patsy, as I’m sure you know. Thousands of hours go into preparing a murder trial. The better we prepare, the more chance we have of getting our client out of jail.’ Prosecutors are overworked and underpaid; they have hundreds of cases to deal with. When a big case like that of Graham Marshall comes along, I can drop everything and focus on winning. The fiscal’s case is like a house of cards, and if I dig deep enough I can make it all come tumbling down. ‘Dr Marshall will appear on petition in Edinburgh Sheriff Court tomorrow. He will make no plea or declaration and the case will be continued for seven days.’
Patsy Barnes was puzzled. She had been brought up in the English legal system, and even then she wouldn’t have fully understood it. ‘So, if you get evidence, he could be released next week?’ she asked.
It was highly unlikely, but the boastful part of me came into play. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I fully expect that Graham Marshall will be a free man this time next week.’
I may have said the words, but my heart shivered at the thought.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Glasgow Joe insisted on accompanying me down to London. I was glad of his company and relieved he was wearing his biker gear. Joe in a kilt attracted enough attention in Edinburgh–in Edmonton Green he would have stood out like a sore thumb. By the time we arrived we decided to go straight to Renee Smith’s workplace. She had gone through several incarnations before ending up back where she had started; Renee had been unable to keep as low a profile as Milne because she blabbed. The name and identity we had for her was a long shot, but Eddie had information to suggest that Renee was now a member of some group that rejected the media’s views of what was beautiful in a woman. Jesus Christ, I thought to myself as Eddie read from a page he’d printed full of Internet information. As if I didn’t have enough to put up with. In America they were known as the Suicide Girls, but we were scouring the streets of Soho looking for some stripper known as Lola d’Amour–aka Renee Smith.