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  1. Cover
  2. FIND THEM DEAD
  3. Dedication page
  4. Maps
  5. 1
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  22. FOUR MONTHS LATER
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  117. GLOSSARY
  118. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  119. NOW A MAJOR ITV SERIES
  120. I FOLLOW YOU
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  126. 6
  127. DISCOVER THE ROY GRACE BOOKS
  128. FIND THEM DEAD
  129. The Detective Superintendent Roy Grace books in order
  130. Also by Peter James

Maybe, he thought, with more information on how Stuie had died. Or perhaps with the news that they’d caught the bastards who had done this. Not that he really wanted to see anyone or talk to anyone. He just wanted to be on his own with his thoughts. He didn’t want people to see him crying.

Mickey followed the officer, almost blindly, along the gridded landing, down the stairs, through the maze of stark corridors, through one double door after another – assiduously unlocked and locked by the officer – and finally into the large visitors’ area. Normally, most of the brightly coloured chairs, facing each other across a table, would have been occupied and it felt strange to Mickey that tonight they were deserted. Everything felt strange at the moment, badly strange, as if the world he knew had been kicked over onto its side, into shit.

A tall figure rose over on the far side of the room. Nick Fox.

‘I’ll leave you to it,’ the officer said. He jerked a thumb towards the observation platform. ‘I’ll be over there – have as long as you need.’

Starr thanked him and walked over to the solicitor. Fox clasped Starr’s right hand and held it for some seconds, looking deeply upset, too. ‘Mickey, I’m so sad for you. What a terrible thing to have happened. I know how much Stuie meant to you and how you cared for him.’ He shook his head. ‘I just can’t believe it.’

They sat, facing each other. Mickey nodded. ‘I don’t know what’s happened – do you know anything? Are there any suspects?’

Fox raised his arms. ‘Not so far – it’s early doors. There’s a CCTV camera on the garage forecourt opposite your house. The footage is being looked at, I’m told, but I think it’s the wrong angle to be of much help.’ He was silent for a moment. ‘Is there anyone you might have upset – on the outside or in here?’

‘Upset? You mean enough that they’d go and kick my brother to death?’

‘Yes.’

Mickey shook his head. ‘No way – I mean – absolutely no way. OK – I decked a couple of cops at Newhaven, but—’ He shook his head again.

‘No one you’ve pissed off in here? Done over? Tucked up?’