Contents (83)
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
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- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
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- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
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- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- Acknowledgements
- OUT NOW IN PAPERBACK
‘It’s exactly what I just said.’
King sounded as certain as Hale needed.
‘And you’re sure he’ll stand by it?’
‘With the shit I’ve got on him, guv?’ King smiled as he spoke. ‘Yeah, he’ll stand up and be counted. I guarantee it.’
‘Then bring him in. Right away. I need a section-nine witness statement before midday.’
‘Consider it done.’
Hale turned to the rest of his team and spotted DC Campbell.
‘Anton.’
‘Guv?’
‘I want you to draw up an application for a warrant. Liaise with Dean. Get the statement from his source, then have us ready for court by 2 p.m.’
‘A warrant for where, guv?’
‘For Burrell’s place. I want this all done properly.’
Hale turned to address the full team.
‘I want every angle covered,’ he announced. ‘This has to be watertight, people. Because we’re taking this bastard tonight.’
THIRTY-FOUR
It was 8.45 a.m. as Michael left Eight Essex Court. It was unusual for him to visit chambers in the morning. At least once a trial had begun. His case papers were already at the Old Bailey, as was his court outfit, so there was nothing chambers had that he would need.
Nothing but its proximity to Temple Church.
Michael walked straight ahead as chambers’ main door closed behind him. Towards the archway and alley that led to Pump Court, then onwards to Cloisters at its end. A scattering of Tudor-era pillars sat beside Cloisters. They marked the boundary between Middle Temple and Inner Temple.
It had taken him just a minute to walk from the door of Eight Essex Court to Temple Church. Usually he would have strolled. He liked to take his time and admire the living history that had fascinated him since his first visit. But not today. Michael was here for a reason.
For a friend.
He spotted Derek Reid the moment he passed the final Cloisters pillar and entered Temple Church’s courtyard. Reid was standing alone, thirty yards – maybe more – from the door to the church.
A door at which he was staring intently.
‘Derek.’
Reid had not noticed him, nor did he react to Michael’s use of his name.
‘Derek.’
This time Michael voice was louder. It worked.
Reid turned and saw his friend.
‘Michael. What are you doing here?’
‘I wanted to make sure you were OK,’ Michael explained. ‘How’re you doing?’
‘It’s not my best day, mate.’
Michael did not need to be told. He could see it in Reid’s face. In the way Reid stood. He was just about holding it together. Michael knew why.
The strength was for Longman’s sons, Michael realised. The last good turn Reid could do for his friend. He was achieving that through sheer determination, and Michael could see the toll it was taking.
‘Is there anything I can do?’ he asked.
‘Nothing, Mike. Really, nothing.’
Michael did not reply. What was there to say? He put a hand on Reid’s shoulder and turned to face the same direction as his friend. Towards the church door.