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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

Roy nodded. ‘Coppers see the random nature of the human condition all the time, just like you see every day at the mortuary.’ He gave a wry smile. ‘One moment someone’s having the time of their life, the next, a pathologist’s working out the time of their death.’

15

Saturday 1 December

In Terence Gready’s dream Lucky Mickey stood in front of the desk in his office, all apologetic, telling him the bastards at Newhaven Border Force had planted the coke in the Ferrari’s tyres.

‘I’m innocent, honest!’

And in his dream, he was disbelieving him.

‘Fitted up, I was. I’d never screw you over, Terry, you know that, you’ve been good to me.’

‘You think I didn’t notice there was always a shortage in your previous runs? Always just a tiny bit missing. Just a few grams and a nice little earner for you. Who do you think I am, Mickey, Mr Potato Head? I let you get away with it because it was your little perk. Your little bit of cabbage, as they call it in the rag trade. But then your greed got to you, didn’t it?’

As Mickey began to protest his innocence again, Gready heard the sound of a bell. An insistent ringing. Like an alarm clock but not like an alarm clock.

Barbara was nudging him. ‘Someone’s at the door.’

The bell rang again. Followed by a loud rat-a-tat-tat.

Instantly, he was awake.

Heard the bell again. The knocking.

He looked at the alarm clock: 4.45 a.m.

Who the hell?

But he had a horrible feeling he knew just who.

More knocking.

Pounding.

Pounding like his heart now.

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM.

Then a shout, ‘POLICE! THIS IS THE POLICE!’

From the outside, the house looked nothing special. But all the doors and window frames were reinforced, and the glass was bulletproof. Ready for an eventuality like this.

All the same, he was in the grip of panic as he slipped out of bed, hands flapping wildly, telling Barbara not to worry, taking deep breaths to calm himself down as he switched on the light. He found his glasses on the bedside table, pulled on his dressing gown, jammed his feet into his slippers and hurried into his den across the landing.

He unlocked the drawer below his laptop, pulled out his micro SD card, on which he had his entire network of contacts and all his records, removed his three current burner phones, then ran through into a spare bedroom.