Chapters (103)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Thursday
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Friday
- Chapter 11
- Saturday
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Sunday
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Monday
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Tuesday
- 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
- Wednesday
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Thursday
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Friday
- 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
- Three Months Later
- Chapter 85
- A message from TM Logan
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Copyright
She said: ‘Is it not the case that you found out Ben Delaney was having an intimate relationship with your wife? You killed him in a jealous rage. Maybe you didn’t mean to kill him, maybe you just meant to teach him a lesson. But you saw red and gave him a proper hiding and before you knew it he was bleeding and dying on the concrete in front of you. So you thought, “What the hell do I do now?” and you concealed his body and took his phone, and you’ve been trying to cover your tracks by posting various Facebook updates and sending text messages supposedly from –’
‘This is bullshit!’ I said more forcefully than I had intended. ‘And it’s exactly what Ben wants you to think. How can it be a murder when no one’s died? I’ve seen him, heard him on the phone, talked to him on social media. This is ridiculous.’
‘Joe –’ Larssen began.
Redford said: ‘Would you say you lose your temper quite easily, Joe?’
‘My client has no comment,’ Larssen said, his tone that of the disappointed parent of a child misbehaving in public. He turned in his chair to face me and said: ‘Do you remember our discussion a few minutes ago, in this room, Joe?’
‘Yes, I remember.’
‘Certain advice that I gave you?’
‘Yes.’
‘It would be in your interests to proceed on that basis. Agreed?’
His expression said: Calm down and keep your mouth shut.
‘OK,’ I said.
Naylor put his hands behind his head and swivelled slightly in his chair.
He said: ‘You’d be amazed how common it is, you know.’
‘What?’
‘Suspects going back to the scene of wrongdoing. Like a dog returning to its own vomit. People just can’t help themselves, a lot of the time, even though they know it might draw suspicion. Sometimes they just can’t leave it alone, sometimes it’s about showing the police how clever they are.’
‘I told you: Ben asked me to meet him at that park.’
‘So you said. We’ll know soon enough either way – we’ve got a full evidence recovery team at the park tonight, checking sites of interest.’
A shiver of fear went through me, like a razor blade sawing up and down my spine.
Larssen said: ‘Of interest in what way?’
‘There are some interesting areas of woodland at the country park. Isolated spots. Quite private even though they’re not too far from the road. There are a couple of spots in particular that we’re taking a closer look at.’
‘Why?’
‘Because they show signs of recently disturbed earth.’
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Larssen spoke slowly, as if he wanted to make sure there was no room for confusion.
‘Could you be more specific about what you mean when you say “disturbed earth”?’
‘Potential burial locations.’