Contents (117)
- Jailbird
- Caro Savage
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
- Chapter 99
- Chapter 100
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- Chapter 104
- Chapter 105
- Chapter 106
- Chapter 107
- Chapter 108
- Chapter 109
- Chapter 110
- Chapter 111
- Acknowledgments
- More from Caro Savage
- About the Author
- About Boldwood Books
The National Crime Agency, or NCA, were responsible for tackling organised crime on a variety of fronts, but they only dealt with really large and significant cases, underlining to Bailey that this operation could potentially lead into a major investigation.
‘And Alice?’
‘I want to make it clear right now, Bailey, that your priority is uncovering the drugs ring. Alice’s murder is being investigated by the police separately. Do you understand?’ He fixed her with a stern look and a raised eyebrow.
‘Sure,’ she said. ‘The drugs ring is the priority. But I do also intend to find out who killed Alice.’
‘Well, as I was saying before in the pub, I think her murder was probably connected to her investigation of the drugs ring, so unlocking the identity of her killer is likely to be a key element in cracking this case and securing some serious convictions, and finding out who did it will probably form an integral part of your investigation anyhow.’
‘I figured as much. She must have been onto something serious.’
‘In case you’re not already aware, all murders in custody have to be investigated by the police, the Prison and Probation Ombudsman, the employer and the coroner. But, like I mentioned before, not a great deal of progress has been made in terms of finding out who killed her. But that’s where you, in your undercover role, might be able to shed some light on matters. However, the murder investigation team who are currently investigating her death will not be made aware that you are a police officer and you will not make direct contact with them in any way. Everything goes through me. Do you understand?’
‘That suits me just fine. So when do I start?’
‘The budget’s been signed off so you can start right away. We can get you in there almost immediately. I’ve already obtained the authorisation from your CID detective sergeant to get you released.’ He paused. ‘How’s this Thursday? ’
‘The sixteenth of May?’
‘Can you be ready by then?’
It was only three days away. Quite often in the past, undercover jobs would come up at short notice and Bailey had become used to rapidly dropping everything in order to accommodate them. Working undercover wasn’t a permanent job and it never had been. Whenever she’d gone on an undercover operation her regular casework had merely been put on hold until she had finished or had been redistributed to others to do.
A thought suddenly crossed her mind. ‘When’s Alice’s funeral?’
‘I don’t know at the moment. They’ve done the autopsy, but her body hasn’t been released to the funeral home yet. There’s got to be an inquest at some point and that always holds things up.’
She sighed. ‘Okay, well I guess this Thursday’s fine then,’ she said. ‘No point in delaying things.’
‘That’s what I like to hear,’ he said. ‘You know you’ll probably make a decent bit of overtime from this job.’
‘I’m not doing it for the money.’