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  1. Cover
  2. FIND THEM DEAD
  3. Dedication page
  4. Maps
  5. 1
  6. 2
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  22. FOUR MONTHS LATER
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  117. GLOSSARY
  118. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  119. NOW A MAJOR ITV SERIES
  120. I FOLLOW YOU
  121. 1
  122. 2
  123. 3
  124. 4
  125. 5
  126. 6
  127. DISCOVER THE ROY GRACE BOOKS
  128. FIND THEM DEAD
  129. The Detective Superintendent Roy Grace books in order
  130. Also by Peter James

‘From the police report, it looks like he was murdered.’

‘Murdered?’ Mickey rose from his chair then sank back down into it and lowered his head into his hands. ‘No, please tell me – please tell me it’s – it’s not true.’

‘I’m so very sorry,’ the Governor said.

Mickey stayed for some while, head in his hands, crying uncontrollably. ‘It’s not true. It can’t be.’ Finally, when he had composed himself a little, he looked back up, dabbing his eyes with a corner of his top. ‘What do you know – about – what happened? Who did it? How?’

‘I don’t have much information, Mickey. Do you – or your brother – have any enemies?’

‘How the hell could Stuie have any enemies? He’s the sweetest person. He wouldn’t harm a fly. He loves everyone. He makes people smile. It’s not possible. Please tell me – there must be a mistake.’

‘From what I’ve been told he seems to have put up a spirited fight. His room was wrecked.’

Mickey Starr sat still, in silence. Trying to absorb what he had been told. Trying to make sense of it. He shook his head, then dabbed his eyes again. ‘Who? I mean, why? Was it burglars? Did some bastards know I was in prison and decide to burgle my house – and Stuie disturbed them?’

‘The police told me that there is evidence of property having been stolen and there are some signs of ransacking. It’s also possible your brother may have been the target. Could he have upset anyone?’

‘With respect, ma’am, that’s bloody ridiculous. As I said, Stuie loves – loved – everyone.’

‘I will, of course, give you leave to attend his funeral, after his body is released – accompanied by officers from here. And we will respect, if we can, any wishes you have regarding the funeral.’

‘That’s very big of you,’ he replied, bitterly. ‘What do you mean, he was the target?’

‘I understand he was beaten up pretty badly.’

Starr buried his face in his hands again.

‘Do you have any idea at all who might have done this?’ the Governor asked.

Starr shook his head.

‘We’ve contacted your solicitors, and I understand someone will be coming to see you later today. If there is anything we can do for you at this difficult time, please ask one of the officers to let me know.’

Mickey sat in silence for a long while. Finally, he answered, ‘There is something.’

‘Yes?’

‘Find the bastards who did this.’

39

Saturday 11 May

After her earlier thrill at being selected for the Gready trial, so far serving as a juror had turned out to be a bit of an anticlimax, Meg was thinking. But hey, hopefully next week would be more exciting. For sure it would be interesting.