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- 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
God, she so wished she could get a message to her to get the hell out of that damned country and on a plane back home, but she knew that wouldn’t necessarily make her any safer from these evil people. She did a mental calculation. Ecuador was five hours behind the UK, so it would be midday for Laura. She wondered where she and Cassie were right now.
A reply came back just a couple of minutes later. With it was a photograph of a roadside cafe with what looked like small animals cooking on a rotary grill outside.
Wow, does that mean you get to wear a wig when you deliver the verdict? Or is that just the judge???!!! Respect, Mum! See this pic?? Am totally grossed out – did you know guinea pig is the local delicacy? Yech. How cruel. Good for you taking the train – my mum saving the planet! I’m so proud of you, luv uuuuuu XXXXX
Meg smiled, her eyes moist. There was so much to be afraid of in Laura’s big adventure, quite apart from the bastards who were threatening her. The standards of driving in South America; the crime in a place where life was cheap. Two young girls travelling alone. Such damned easy targets.
She tried to put those worries from her mind and thought back to lunchtime today. To her surprise it had been Hugo, the one she’d thought would be the biggest problem, who had turned into her ally. He’d done it in a crass, patronizing way, which had included patting her thigh, suggestively, but she didn’t care.
‘Women have better intuition than us men, this lady wants the role and, in the interests of demonstrating gender equality on this jury, I vote we seriously consider Mrs Magellan as our foreperson,’ he’d said. Then he’d gone on to really annoy her with his comment, ‘At home, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed is almost always right.’
In different circumstances she might have brained him with the closest weapon. But at lunchtime today she could have kissed him. Except he was gross, sweaty and a lech. It didn’t matter, she had what she wanted. And ‘Bat Out of Hell’ was blasting out of the radio into her headphones, lifting her mood fleetingly as the train rolled into Brighton station.
At 4.30 p.m. they’d been released for the day and were required back for a 10 a.m. resumption tomorrow.