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- FIND THEM DEAD
- Dedication page
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- DISCOVER THE ROY GRACE BOOKS
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- The Detective Superintendent Roy Grace books in order
- Also by Peter James
Now she had nothing to lose, should she go straight to the police and tell them the whole story? But would that put her into legal trouble? Perjury? Perverting the course of justice? None of that would matter if they got Laura back, she didn’t care if she ended up in prison so long as she was safe. But would they get her back? Could they? How? By contacting the police in Ecuador? And saying what? She didn’t even know if Laura and Cassie were still in the Galapagos – or even in Ecuador at all. They could be anywhere in South America.
She thought back to the tumultuous events of the past hour and a half. At least it was a 10-1 verdict. Not unanimous. Could the evil bastard at least give her some benefit of the doubt? Could he not recognize this was a majority verdict?
When she arrived home, she sorted out all the animals.
All the time waiting for the call.
She occupied herself with every possible distraction, first turning on the television news. But her mind was jumping all over the place, she couldn’t focus – she didn’t care about the news, all she cared about was Laura. Laura had to be safe. Nothing else, nothing in the world, ever, would matter again if anything happened to her.
Call, please call. Darling Laura.
Please call, you evil bastard.
She planned that when – if – he did ring, she would emphasize how hard she had tried, against what had become increasingly impossible odds. She would throw herself at his mercy, appealing to his better nature.
But he did not ring.
105
Friday 31 May
Harold Trout was there, of course, he would be, Meg thought. A retired man with time on his hands, well able to turn up today and no doubt smugly looking forward to seeing justice meted out. Justice he had the satisfaction of playing a part in.
And so had she.
When the chips were down, she had decided she had to be true to her conscience and had voted guilty.
Trout sat at the table in the jury room reading a copy of the Argus newspaper. Not very subtly, as he noticed Meg enter, he shifted his position slightly so she could not fail to see the front-page headline.
BRIGHTON SOLICITOR GUILTY!
Sick with fear for Laura, she gave him a brief nod, in no mood for conversation, certainly not to listen to him gloating, and made herself a strong coffee.
In a parallel universe she, too, would have looked forward to seeing Terence Gready get the sentence he deserved. But twenty minutes later, as she entered the court and took her place in the strangely half-empty jury box, she was still hoping – praying – for a miracle.