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  1. CRITICAL ACCLAIM FOR LEIGH RUSSELL
  2. Glossary of acronyms
  3. Prologue
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When Geraldine introduced herself, her response was met with silence. Too late, she was afraid she might have made a terrible mistake, and Jonathan might actually be guilty. If so, she had just alerted him to police interest in him. The house was terraced but even so there might be another way out. She was summoning backup when she heard the faint scrape of a lock turning, the door opened a fraction, and a pair of dark eyes squinted at her standing with the sun at her back.

‘What do you want?’

‘I’m sorry to disturb you, but we need to ask you a few questions. Can you open the door so we can talk?’

‘Wait there while I throw some clothes on.’

The door shut. Geraldine had barely had time to wonder how long she was going to be left waiting on the door step again when the door opened and a long, narrow face peered out at her.

‘Good morning, Detective Sergeant,’ he said, politely enough. ‘My name’s Jonathan Edwards. What’s this about? If my landlord sent you then I can only repeat what I’ve already told him, that I do not watch television at three in the morning, and in any case I fail to see how this is a matter for the police –’

‘This has nothing to do with your landlord,’ Geraldine hastened to reassure him.

Jonathan’s lugubrious features relaxed slightly and his narrow shoulders drooped forwards. ‘What’s the problem then?’

He didn’t invite her in. Conscious that he was a potential suspect in a murder investigation, Geraldine was happy to remain standing outside.

‘I’d like to ask you a few questions,’ Geraldine repeated. ‘It’s about David Armstrong.’

She watched Jonathan’s face closely as she spoke. His cheeks flushed slightly on hearing David Armstrong’s name, but his expression didn’t alter.

‘The Tory councillor?’

Geraldine nodded.

‘Well, I’m glad you lot are finally starting to sit up and take notice,’ Jonathan said with a brisk smile. ‘You are aware that you could be next.’

‘I’m sorry? The next what?’

Although the words could be construed as a threat, Jonathan hadn’t sounded hostile. Unexpectedly, he gave her a disarming smile.