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
Grace looked at his friend and colleague. ‘Really? Short memory, have you?’
Branson suddenly looked alarmed. ‘What are you going to say?’
‘Top Surrey and Sussex homicide detective fraternizing with the enemy? Nuff said?’
‘Siobhan is so not the enemy – I love her independent mind.’
Grace nodded. ‘Fair play to you for that. But going back to your trial, Gready is an evil piece of shit, who’s downright guilty. You and I both know that. The evidence, from what you’ve told me, is overwhelming.’
Branson was shaking his head. ‘That’s why I wanted you here today. We have a strong case, but have we done enough to convince a jury? At the start of the trial, I thought it was a slam-dunk. Now, I’m really not so sure.’
‘Great news,’ Grace said sarcastically. ‘I’m not sure about anything at the moment.’
Branson looked at him. ‘You’re down, aren’t you? I understand. Bummer. But Pewe’s not going to be here forever.’
‘Maybe I won’t be either.’
‘This is your home, Roy. This is where you live and where you belong. Don’t let that two-faced creep drive you out and back to the Met. You got rid of him once before, surely you can do it again?’
Grace smiled thinly. ‘I wish.’
‘Karma.’
‘Karma?’
Branson nodded. ‘People like Cassian Pewe, who go through life pissing people off, always get their comeuppance in the end. That’s how karma works.’
‘Nice thought, Glenn, but with everything that’s going on in my life at the moment I’m staying in Sussex anyhow.’
‘I understand that, mate, and don’t forget there are people above him who know just how good you are. The Police and Crime Commissioner for one.’
‘Maybe.’
Branson shook his head. ‘Steve Curry, ex-District Commander at Hastings, he’s now working in her office. He had a drink with a friend of mine – Dan Hiles – the other day.’
‘I remember Dan when he was a probationer.’
‘He’s now an Inspector at Brighton nick. Steve told him that the PCC considers you future Chief Constable material.’
Grace gave him a pat on the shoulder. ‘Good to hear, but I wouldn’t want that job. I like being a hands-on copper. Detective Chief Superintendent is as high as I want to get. I don’t want to run the force, I want to catch criminals and put them behind bars. That’s what I signed up for. Not dealing with bureaucratic shit and taking the flak for everything that goes wrong, all day long.’
Glenn Branson nodded. ‘I get it. Why not go after Pewe? Find some dirt on him for a change and stuff him.’
Grace gave him a wan smile. ‘Easier said than done.’
He didn’t know it, but just such an opportunity was not very far away.