Chapters (65)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- 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
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Rachel Lynch
He began slowly and quietly, telling a story of two young people who’d partied all night, having sex, smoking drugs, being carefree. Then he described how it all ended, with Keira being held from behind and Jason stabbing her. Kelly had read the autopsy; she knew Keira had been stabbed eleven times in the gut. It sickened her. But these men sitting before her had nothing to gain and everything to lose. Tyrone would never have walked in here if it wasn’t for Jackson. And Jackson would never have walked in here if it wasn’t his last resort. She had to find some way to reward them.
‘Can I take the bag?’
‘The knife’s in an envelope.’
She put on plastic gloves and found the envelope, peering inside at a small knife that looked as though it should be used for peeling potatoes. It matched what Ted had told her about the weapon that had ended Keira’s life.
‘Is there anything else you came to tell me tonight? Do you know where the brothers are?’
‘I know loads of the places they use,’ Jackson said.
‘I’m listening.’
Chapter 38
Thomas Watson looked at the man in front of him. He’d never really considered him a close friend, but he was grateful for his help – or so he’d thought. Neil Ormond had just got off the phone with DI Porter, and Thomas didn’t like the tone he’d used with her. As far as Thomas was concerned, Kelly Porter was a thoroughly decent and genuine person. Millie in particular thought the woman kind and warm. Yet here in his house, under the influence of alcohol, her boss was telling him otherwise.
Thomas hadn’t invited Ormond; he’d just turned up. He’d occasionally shared a pint with the man at the golf club, and they’d been over for Sunday lunch once. As they’d left, Ella had told him that she was unsure of Ormond and not convinced that he was cut out to be a senior policeman: she didn’t get the impression that his morals were sound.
When Thomas had questioned her, she’d said that Neil had come out with a few things that she found inappropriate and frankly disturbing. He’d made a joke about something in the news involving children, and she didn’t like the way he slapped his wife’s rear.
‘Women’s intuition,’ she’d said.