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
‘The longer you leave it, the longer you are not available for interview, the harder my job becomes. And that means it becomes harder for me to represent you effectively.’
‘I know all that, and I’m sorry. But did you ring me up to tell me off again, or was there something else that you need to tell me about?’
‘You asked me to call.’
‘Did I?’
‘Yesterday you asked me about a car registration number. A Range Rover you saw at the park.’
A surge of adrenalin made me sit up straight.
‘Did you trace the owner?’
‘Remember what I said to you earlier, about information I’m not supposed to have access to?’
Please let it be good news, just for once. Just for a change.
‘Yes?’
‘This falls into the same category, so don’t ask where it comes from.’
‘OK, I understand. But did you find the driver of the Range Rover?’
‘Yes and no.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘The vehicle is owned by a company, not a person.’
‘Like a shell company?’
‘No. Enterprise Rent-A-Car.’
‘You’re saying it’s a rental?’
‘So it would seem. Although it’s conceivable the plates had been switched.’
‘Can you find out who it’s rented by?’
‘A PNC check – that’s the Police National Computer – only provides ownership information. We’re not going to get client detail like that without a proper police investigation of the rental records.’
‘Do you think Naylor could be persuaded?’
‘On the basis of a random sighting in a car park? Not a hope in hell.’
‘It wasn’t random. They were clearly following Beth, looking for her husband.’
‘Still, there’s not a hope of persuading Naylor without something more concrete.’
‘There’s something going on with this Alex Kolnik guy. He’s been to Ben’s house. He’s harassing Ben’s wife. That’s his car and he’s up to something, I’m just not sure what yet. Have you asked Naylor about him?’
‘Sure. Can do.’ He didn’t sound enthusiastic.
‘And can your source get the info about who’s rented this car?’
‘No. And I’m not going to tell you the reasons why, so don’t go there.’
I sat back again, deflated.
‘The Range Rover is basically a bust, then.’
‘It seems so.’
‘You know Naylor turned up at my house earlier?’ I said. ‘And his partner and two in uniform.’
‘I did warn you the time was coming, today or tomorrow. There’s no running away from this, Joe, you’ve got to stand and face it, head-on. Deal with it.’
‘I’m not running away.’
‘You’re doing the exact opposite of what I advised earlier today when we met at the wine bar. Go in voluntarily, show willing, take the initiative away from the police.’
‘Spend the next six months on remand for a crime that hasn’t even happened?’
‘That’s a very pessimistic view.’