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
‘It’s unusual, but it does happen occasionally if the rest of the evidence is strong enough. There used to be something called the “no body, no murder” rule. But things have changed since then, and you do see a few cases where the police proceed without a body, and still get a conviction.’
‘Like the Blaisdale case. The email from Ben.’
‘That would be one example, yes.’
‘What did Naylor say about the Facebook posts?’ I said, unable to keep the exasperation out of my voice. ‘The David Bramley account? Can’t he see that’s proof Ben’s still alive, for fuck’s sake?’
Larssen shrugged, unmoved by my frustration.
‘There’s no proof that Ben sent them. Anyone could have sent them. So their evidential value is limited.’
‘Can’t they trace the IP address they were sent from, trace the account in some way?’
‘Usually they can, if the person is using an existing mobile account, or a desktop PC, or accessing Facebook via the app on their phone – which is the way most people do it. That will leave a trace that they can pick up. But according to DS Redford, the Bramley Facebook posts and the Messenger texts you received were sent by someone using a pay-as-you-go phone, via a web browser rather than the app.’
‘And what does that mean?’
‘It means there is no trace. You’ve got multiple layers of disguise: not only is the Facebook account an empty shell, but you’re also not generating metadata via the app. And in any case, you’ve got nothing to link the IP address to apart from a pay-as-you-go phone, which apparently hasn’t been used for any other calls or texts, and hasn’t been topped up using a credit or debit card. It’s one of the few ways of evading this type of check. It basically gives the police a bit of a dead end.’
I shook my head.
‘Who the hell knows this stuff?’
‘Someone who’s very smart indeed. Someone who lives and breathes technology, and knows exactly what they’re doing.’
‘He lives and breathes it all right: Ben’s very much alive. You see that, don’t you?’
Larssen capped the end of his pen and put it down on the pad. He sat back in his chair.
‘You realise, Joe, that if they had found a body, they would have charged you already? Naylor certainly wouldn’t be so keen to lay out all of his new evidence.’
‘So why did he?’
‘Because he wants you to be overwhelmed by it all and admit that you did it. In the absence of a body, he’s looking for the next best thing: a confession.’
‘Well they’re not getting that from me, so what’s our plan of attack?’
‘Attack?’
‘What do we do next?’