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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Acknowledgements
  63. Canelo Crime
  64. About the Author
  65. Also by Rachel Lynch

‘ID?’ She knew what was coming. Will had left the office to buy his lunch.

‘One was well known on the estate for being a bit of a heavy bastard at times. His name is PC Brook.’

‘And DS Phillips was paired with Brook.’

Rob didn’t say anything; he didn’t have to. Kelly could see in his eyes that any shred of trust he’d had for their colleague was evaporating.

‘Have you checked to see if it’s on HOLMES?’ she asked.

‘It’s not.’

Emma interrupted them. ‘I see we’re famous, boss.’ She nodded to the seventy-two-inch flat-screen TV on the wall. Rob reached for the remote to turn up the volume. It was an interview on Sky with the Shadow Home Secretary, a character always on the lookout for ways to sully the government.

‘We’ve made our position clear time and time again: this government refuses to address the real issues facing the British public. People don’t want to hear bickering and ego-jostling over Brexit: they want to see knife crime reduced, they want to know that their NHS is safe, they want the politicians to do what they were elected to do!’

The politician was animated and forceful and it was a powerful display. The ineffectiveness of current leaders had left vast swathes of vacuous opportunities in modern politics, and MPs like this one had stepped up to fill them. She was tipped to become leader within five years, and then prime minister soon after. A strapline scrolled along the bottom of the screen: Barricades in Cumbrian city against knife crime. In smaller letters, the two murders were described for those new to the crisis.

Kelly was so engrossed in the news unfolding that she was unaware of the crowd gathering behind her. Admin staff, uniforms and security guards alike stood and watched the TV report.

The screen divided in two and the Mayor of London took the right-hand side, giving her opinion on how best to tackle the growing spate of fatal stabbings now spilling out of London and into the provinces. It was like a sickness, infecting everything in its path. The office was transfixed. No one made a sound.

When the interviews were finished: ‘We believe that the government continues to fail the people of this country by channelling unnecessary money into the pockets of their own, and neglecting the clear wishes of the voters: to tackle, head on, the desperate fight on our streets of kids knifing one another to death…’

‘London has led by example and knife crime is under control—’

‘That is erroneous, disingenuous and, frankly, dangerous…’ the shadow minister butted in.

The spat turned into a full-on fight and the interviewer struggled to keep the two women calm.