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  1. Cover
  2. FIND THEM DEAD
  3. Dedication page
  4. Maps
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  117. GLOSSARY
  118. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  119. NOW A MAJOR ITV SERIES
  120. I FOLLOW YOU
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  127. DISCOVER THE ROY GRACE BOOKS
  128. FIND THEM DEAD
  129. The Detective Superintendent Roy Grace books in order
  130. Also by Peter James

‘That’s a familiar name.’ Grace smiled. ‘I nicked him a while back in a drugs bust.’

‘Yep, well, he’s still around and still a nasty piece of work. I had the pleasure of being bitten on the nose by him about ten years ago and then ending up with a dislocated thumb as I put him on the ground. We have his address. With your permission, chief, I’d like to arrange some of our guys and the local team to pay him a visit early tomorrow.’

Grace grinned. ‘What a shame to spoil his beauty sleep.’ He shook his head. ‘Driving a known car and parking it in the same road. I often think how lucky for us that some villains are not the whole enchilada.’

‘The whole enchilada? You’ve been away in the smoke for too long. Know what I mean?!’

‘Six months in the Met, you pick up their jargon, but I’m back home now.’

‘He could be a candidate for the Darwin Awards,’ Potting said.

Grace frowned. ‘The what?’

‘It’s a spoof award, given annually to the person who by the nature of their stupidity has contributed the most towards Darwin’s theory of natural selection. Mostly they’re awarded posthumously for editing themselves out of the gene pool.’

Grace smiled. ‘Love it. Any idea who the other person with him is?’

The DS shook his head. ‘No doubt one of our finer citizens, chief. If we arrest Drewett, maybe he’ll squeal, or we’ll find some DNA in the Mercedes.’

‘Whatever, nice work, Norman.’ His phone rang. Grace answered and listened to the call, intently. The moment he ended it he turned to Potting. ‘That was the lab – it shows that good detective work will always produce results. The lab has found DNA material in the drain-hole contents in the shower tray, belonging to Conor Drewett. My hunch about the towels on the floor has come up trumps. I had a feeling that with all that blood at the crime scene, one of them may have taken a shower.’

As soon as the DS had left his office, Grace dialled Cassian Pewe’s number. Long past his sell-by date Pewe had said, dismissively, about Norman Potting.

He waited, eagerly, for the ACC to answer.

101

Thursday 30 May

Meg had slept better. Certainly her first reasonably decent night’s sleep since the nightmare of the trial had begun. Yesterday had been tedious, with Rory not saying a word, just poring over the spreadsheets and making endless notes. The rest of them had spent the day deliberating, and using the time to look through the exhibits. Finally, towards the end of the day, Rory had told Meg he was fairly confident he would be able to give her his decision this morning. He just needed to do some thinking at home.