Back Little Doubt
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

For anything to come back to him, she had to prove it. But he had no idea how to get around the Manchester solicitor; that was impossible even for him. They were independent legal experts and untouchable. Sometimes Neil couldn’t figure out how he’d got embroiled in all of this. It was days like today when he wanted to collect his passport from home and disappear to some remote village on a foreign island in the sun.

The frustration welled up inside him and threatened to bubble over into anger. He saw two groups of old-timers, and they waved from the ninth fairway. He’d been invited to join them but had declined. Sometimes he just needed to be alone and concentrate on his strokes. Today was one of those days, but now it’d been spoiled. Greed. It ruined everything eventually. He’d been too greedy, but he searched around for something else to blame.

Female police officers. They were a nightmare: into everything, desperate to prove themselves worthy, as if making up for not having a dick. They’d ruined the force. He harked back to the days when men sat in boardrooms thick with cigarette and cigar smoke, making decisions and plans, only interrupted by the odd skirt bringing them tea or brandy. He shook his head: how times had changed. Now everything was transparent and it was frankly dull.

Conditions were becoming tighter and tighter. Everything was documented, checked and accounted for. Leakage was a thing of the past. Well, almost. He needed to get out of the gig, he knew that much, and he wondered if he could hold on until retirement.

He calmed a little and remembered when he’d first met Colin Day. In those days, coppers weren’t either straight or bent; they used their intuition. Sometimes people got hurt and sometimes contraband went missing. It all added to the flavour. One thing was for sure: they formed bonds with the crims and it garnered results. Nowadays, with instinct dead in a sterile textbook somewhere, hawked over by lawyers and journos, coppers daren’t even take a piss without logging it on a time sheet.