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
Terence Gready sat opposite him, hunched and with a worried expression, looking small and vulnerable. Fox thought he already looked like a crushed man. Except, of course, as Fox well knew, the man was a consummate actor and even more consummate manipulator.
‘What the fuck went wrong with Stuie? I told you to have him roughed up a bit, not to kill him. You’ve lost the one hold we have over Starr, our best bargaining chip.’
‘We can’t turn the clock back now, Terry, what’s done is done. Let’s focus on the trial.’
‘How do you think it’s going then, Nick?’
Both men kept their voices low, aware of the watchful eye of an officer standing a short distance away.
‘So far, Terry, if you want my honest opinion, you’re the filling in a triple-shit sandwich.’ He smiled. ‘But all we’ve been hearing so far is the prosecution. Cork’s good – but so is Primrose. Once she gets going it’s all going to swing your way – trust me. And, we have our Plan B!’
Both men smiled. Then Gready said, ‘You are confident in Plan B?’
‘Oh, yes.’ The dapper, unflappable Nick Fox smiled, then frowned. ‘But we have a potential fly in the ointment we need to sort.’
‘Who or what?’
‘Michael Starr.’
‘Mickey? Why do you say that, I trust him – despite him pleading guilty to get a softer sentence – I understood his reasons for doing that, his responsibility for his brother, Stuie. Fair play to him.’
Fox shook his head. ‘Not any more.’
Gready suddenly adjusted his position and sat more upright, leaning forward. ‘What do you mean?’
His solicitor tapped the side of his own head. ‘It may just be the rumour mill, Terry, but I don’t think so. As a result of what happened to his brother, I’ve heard from a good source that Starr, through another solicitor – obviously – is exploring what kind of a deal he could cut for grassing you up.’
In all the years Fox had worked for Terence Gready, he could never remember seeing the man angry – until now. Gready always took everything calmly, in his stride. But now he looked like the Devil himself was inside his head. ‘Grassing me up?’
‘That’s what I’ve heard.’
‘He’s exploring what kind of a deal he could get by doing that?’
‘Yes, Terry.’
‘I just can’t believe he’d do this.’
‘When people are desperate, they do things differently. He’s a very hurt and angry man because of Stuie.’