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
‘Hmm,’ said Larssen, as if this was a highly unsatisfactory answer. ‘It’s more likely that he didn’t arrest you because he wanted to get your unguarded reaction.’
‘Well, it worked.’
‘But it also means he’ll struggle, on legal grounds, to use the answers you gave earlier to implicate you in any crime.’
‘If we end up in court, you mean?’
‘Yes. If we end up in court.’
‘If that’s the good news, what’s the bad news?’
‘The altercation between you and Mr Delaney on Thursday is . . . unfortunate.’
‘That’s one way of putting it.’
‘Do you have any idea how his car came to be dumped and set on fire, or why there was blood found on the seat?’
‘No, but I can make a pretty good educated guess.’
He nodded, made a note on his pad with the expensive fountain pen.
‘Let’s avoid guesswork, Joe. On the face of it, your wife’s relationship with Mr Delaney is interesting to the police because it puts you and him on something of a collision course. It’s motive. You can see that, can’t you?’
‘Can I ask you a question, Peter?’
‘Certainly.’
‘Do you believe me?’
‘If you say you’re not guilty, that’s all I need to know.’
‘But do you think I did this? That I hurt Ben?’
‘I didn’t say that. You seem like a good chap to me, but we have to deal with the situation we face, and study it piece by piece. Break it down, piece by piece. That’s how we win cases and it’s why most of our clients walk out of court with a smile on their face. Everything else is a distraction.’
‘You see that Ben’s trying to set me up, don’t you? I’ve taken Mel away from him, he’s in love with her and he’s mad and egotistical and obsessed to the point that he can’t bear to lose her.’ My hands were fists on the table between us, my heart thumping hard. ‘He’s trying everything to land me in it. Do you see?’
‘He certainly sounds like a dangerous individual.’
‘He’s nuts. Crazy. But he won’t break my family up. Never.’
Larssen handed me a business card with his numbers on it.
‘We’ve done what we can for now. To a certain extent we have to see what the police do next, but the most important thing is that you do not, under any circumstances, speak to DCI Naylor again without me being present. Give me a call on the mobile and I will be there as quickly as I can. And let me know when Mr Delaney contacts you next, whether by phone, email, social media, anything at all.’
‘Everything’s just happened so fast, it’s a struggle to get my head around it.’