Back Conferences are Murder
Chapters (32)
  1. Title Page
  2. Praise
  3. Also by Val McDermid
  4. NOTE TO READERS
  5. Dedication
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. PART ONE - Blackpool, April 1984
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. PART TWO - Sheffield, April 1993
  13. Chapter 1
  14. Chapter 2
  15. Chapter 3
  16. Chapter 4
  17. Chapter 5
  18. Chapter 6
  19. Chapter 7
  20. Chapter 8
  21. Chapter 9
  22. Chapter 10
  23. Chapter 11
  24. Chapter 12
  25. Chapter 13
  26. Chapter 14
  27. Chapter 15
  28. Chapter 16
  29. Chapter 17
  30. EPILOGUE
  31. V. L. McDermid
  32. Copyright Page

Seeing that Lindsay’s words were having no effect other than to make Andy look more hunted, Sophie chipped in again. “Andy, if you can’t bring yourself to do this on your own account, do it for Jed. After his performance this afternoon, the police are bound to take an interest in him. His room’s only half a dozen doors away from Lindsay’s. Without you telling the truth, he hasn’t got an alibi either, and once the police start investigating him, it’s not going to be too long before they make the link between the pair of you. No matter how discreet you’ve been, someone somewhere knows you’re lovers. And that gives Jed a motive for killing Tom Jack.”

There was a brief silence, while Andy considered Sophie’s words. “Did you say you were a doctor?” he asked.

“That’s right.”

“I bet your patients come out of the hospital thinking it was their idea to have the hysterectomy,” he said bitterly, turning on his heel.

Sophie stepped back as if she’d been slapped.

“You bastard,” Lindsay hissed, taking a step towards him.

Andy looked back over his shoulder. “You think I got where I am today by being nice? Go take a flying fuck at a bag of nails, the pair of you.” He stormed back through the swing doors in the hall, leaving the pair of them standing in shocked silence.

It was Lindsay who spoke first, moving over to Sophie and hugging her close. “I’m sorry, my love. You didn’t deserve that.”

Sophie kissed Lindsay’s ear. “I know that. But at least he might go to the police off his own bat now. I get the feeling that the only kind of fight Andy Spence understands is the dirty stuff.”

“Only happy below the belt, eh?” Lindsay chuckled.

“He’s not the only one, is he,” Sophie teased, pinching Lindsay’s bottom. “Now, do you want to go back to the hotel and try this hypnosis, or do you feel the need to make someone else’s day?”

“Let’s go back. And if the hypno doesn’t work, I’m sure you can think of something else to make me feel good.”

“Colonic irrigation, perhaps?”

“I’m not convinced, you know,” Lindsay said, lying back on the hotel room bed.

“You don’t need to be. You just need to be cooperative and willing,” Sophie told her. “Now just do what you’re told, for once.”

Lindsay grinned. “Okay, boss.”