“Thanks,” I replied. “The reason I want you all together is that I have things to say that affect each and every one of you. And there are people who know more than they’ve told, for whatever reason. Once they know they’re no longer suspects, they’ll be more willing to give me the full picture.”

“Can’t you give us some idea now? I don’t fancy spending another night under the same roof as a killer,” Kevin protested.

I had to hand it to him. He had bottle. Either that or the arrogance of the criminal who thinks he’s cleverer than the investigators. “No. All I will say is that Moira was killed because she knew too much. Someone in this house got greedy. They were trying to make a fast buck. And purely by chance, Moira found out. And once I’ve made a little trip across the Pennines tomorrow to

I didn’t hang around waiting for a response. Within five minutes, I was heading back to town. I’d done my best to flush Kevin out. Now I was going to have to cover my back.

I double-tracked the busy line between Essen and Utrecht and monitored the effect on my station boxes. Railroad Tycoon, the ultimate computer strategy program, was doing the trick of taking my mind off the waiting game. It’s not just little boys who like playing trains.

I’d been building my trans-European railroad for about an hour when the doorbell rang. I froze the game and went through to the hall. The security lights blazed down on a uncomfortable-looking Kevin. Surprise, surprise. I was a little taken aback by the full frontal approach, but if he’d been planning to take me by surprise, he would have been foiled by the lights as soon as he got within twenty yards of any of the windows. I must remember to tell clients that they’re a great deterrent against potential murderers.

“Can we talk, Kate?” he said as soon as I opened the door.

“I was actually having an evening off, Kevin. Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

“We’ve got some things to clear up that won’t wait.”

“We do? You’d better come in then,” I said grudgingly, leading the way back through to the living room. I gestured to one of the sofas, and he perched on the edge.

I sat down opposite him, deliberately not offering him a drink. I wanted to keep him edgy. “What did you want to talk to me about?” I inquired.

“You’re setting me up,” he said abruptly, lacing his fingers together tightly. “I didn’t kill Moira, and you’re trying to make it look like I did.”

“I am? What makes you say that?” I asked coolly.

He cleared his throat and swallowed hard. “I overheard your conversation with Jett last night. I picked up the extension because I was waiting for a call.”