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
He’d dropped dead at fifty-four, holding up a bag of satsumas. His last words had been, ‘Cheap at twice the price!’
His mum had died two years later, from cancer.
Sod all that. Terence had gone to university and then to law school. And then had rapidly realized there was no money to be made in criminal law legal aid work. But there was a great – a very great – amount to be made dealing drugs. The clients he ended up defending were the losers. The expendables. The bottom feeders. They were the ones who were always caught, whilst their bosses, quietly and under the radar, amassed fortunes.
And he had always been very happy to live under the radar. He didn’t feel any need to show off. The bang for Gready was knowing just how much money he had stashed away.
Biding his time.
He had his aspirations, of course. His dreams. A hankering for the good life. And one day soon, he planned, he would make the move and start to live it, doing all the things with Barbara he’d ever wanted. She could cultivate rare orchids to her heart’s content. They could live in style in the sun! Do a world cruise. Visit the Antarctic. Perhaps buy a yacht. A plane. Buy houses for the kids and set them up for life.
But for now, there was one obstacle he had to deal with: Mickey Starr. Shouldn’t be a problem. He had plenty of contacts inside Lewes Prison. Perhaps someone could have a quiet word in Mickey Starr’s ear. A gentle warning. But would that be enough?
Perhaps not.
He knew the man’s one weakness. His love for his brother.
‘Are you sure you’re OK, Terry? You just keep looking so worried,’ Barbara said. ‘I know you too well. What is it?’
‘We’re good,’ he said. And thought, Yeah, we are, we are good. ‘Honestly, I’ve got a lot of cases on, that’s all. Trying to do my best for my clients.’
‘Well, I’m off to bed,’ she said.
‘I’ll be up later.’
She kissed him and went out of the room.
He waited until he heard her footsteps upstairs, then hit a stored number on his latest burner phone.
When it was answered, he kept it short. ‘Nick, Mickey Starr’s kid brother, Stuie. Find someone to have a word with Mickey, tell him if he knows what’s good for his brother, he’ll keep his trap shut. Know what I’m saying? Just have someone give him a friendly reminder. Oh yes – and see if he needs anything and send him my regards.’