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
Yes, you probably would, Meg wanted to say. Instead, she said, ‘Please be careful. Check everything, especially your harness. And if you don’t want to do it, just don’t do it, OK?’
‘I’m always careful,’ Laura said, solemnly. Then, her voice brightening, she said, ‘Mum, we saw hundreds of iguanas in a park today. A public park where you can just walk through, and the iguanas are literally all around you! It is amazing.’
Meg had to bite her tongue not to give away she’d already seen the iguanas. She had always loved Laura’s passion for animals. ‘So, I’m guessing the next addition to your menagerie here is going to be an iguana?’
‘That would be so cool!’ Then the tone of her voice changed. ‘Cassie reckons there’s a guy following us around. This creepy-looking man with a big camera taking pictures of us. We both saw him in the park this morning. She reckons she’s seen him a couple of times before. She doesn’t think he had anything to do with the spiked drinks because he wasn’t in that bar. We’ve decided if we see him again, we’re both going to challenge him.’
‘No,’ Meg cautioned, alarmed. ‘Just ignore him, don’t encourage him.’
God, she so wanted to warn Laura. To tell her to take a flight back home, today if possible. She’d happily pay for their fares. She felt so damned helpless.
‘The bus is arriving, gotta go, Mum!’
‘I love you, darling. Be safe.’
‘I love you, Mum. Cassie says hello!’
‘Hello back!’
Meg put the phone back down and sat, deep in thought. Not guilty.
How?
Gwen was having a toxic influence over the jury.
The trouble was, based on what they had heard so far, the bloody woman was right. All the evidence they had heard against Terence Gready was compelling. She sat for a long time at the kitchen table, deep in thought.
Who was the juror on her side? Coerced like herself? Pink? And who was the one about to be taken care of? Please God, make it Gwen.
And then?
The remaining nine.
Hopefully one of the witnesses still to be called, or Primrose Brown, would come up with something. Something strong and convincing enough for her to be able to persuade her fellow jurors that there was reasonable doubt.
Her thoughts went back to the voice of her caller. Then the voice of her daughter.
She shook with fear.
Zip wire.