Chapters (130)
- Cover
- FIND THEM DEAD
- Dedication page
- Maps
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- FOUR MONTHS LATER
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- GLOSSARY
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- NOW A MAJOR ITV SERIES
- I FOLLOW YOU
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- DISCOVER THE ROY GRACE BOOKS
- FIND THEM DEAD
- The Detective Superintendent Roy Grace books in order
- Also by Peter James
‘I’ve followed your advice, Nick. You know how badly I’ve been wanting to get out – for Stuie. I’ve kept my head down, stayed clear of any trouble, been respectful to the screws, even the bastard ones.’ He buried his face in his hands. ‘Oh, Jesus. I guess I’ve had one thought – Stuie was always online on the internet. He loved chatting to strangers. He’s not always the most tactful person, know what I’m saying?’ He looked up. ‘He doesn’t always know what words mean, or realize, sometimes, when he’s being rude. Maybe that’s a possibility – that he upset someone online?’
Fox looked at him, dubiously. ‘Enough that they would kill him – do you really think so? The police are also looking at whether it was a burglary gone wrong.’
‘I dunno what I think. Nothing else makes any sense. Shit, I need a fag.’
The solicitor smiled. ‘I’m sure they’re not hard to get hold of in here.’
Starr barely acknowledged the comment. ‘Make me one promise, Nick.’
‘What’s that?’
‘When they get the bastard – or bastards – who did this, you’ll give me ten minutes alone in a room with them.’
‘Won’t you let me join you?’
Both men grimaced at each other.
‘Think hard, Mickey, is there anyone, anyone at all who has reason to be upset with you?’
Starr was silent. Then he said, ‘There’s only one person I can think of – but I’ve always trusted him like he’s one of my family.’
‘Who’s that? Who do you mean?’
‘Terry. I got his message about keeping my mouth shut – surely he wouldn’t have killed my brother. He’s a bastard, but he wouldn’t have killed Stuie.’
As he said the name, he noticed the very faint upwards curl of Fox’s eyebrow.
And suddenly he knew for sure.
‘Terry?’ Fox replied. ‘No way.’ He shook his head. ‘Never!’
Mickey let it drop, and they chatted on. But all the time he was thinking silently, burning inside as if the blood in his veins had turned into a corrosive acid.
After Fox left, promising to update him the moment he had further news, Mickey was escorted back to his wing. He was deep in thought, replaying over and over in his mind that twitch of Fox’s eyebrow when he’d suggested Terence Gready might be behind this. Had he touched a nerve? Did Fox have the same suspicions?
For sure he did. That twitch was the giveaway. Maybe he even knew?