Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Dedication
- August
- Day 1: Saturday
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Day 2: Sunday
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Day 3: Monday
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Day 4: Tuesday
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Day 5: Wednesday
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Day 6: Thursday
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Day 7: Friday
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Day 8: Saturday
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Day 9: Sunday
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Day 10: Monday
- Two months later
- Chapter 54
- Acknowledgements
- Detective Clare Mackay
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Marion Todd
‘Give the inspector a prize!’ He inclined his head so he could see Luke’s face. ‘You didn’t know I was listening when that Gerrard guy took your call, did you? He didn’t know either. I was out having a slash when I heard him heading into the hall. Phone going. So I thought I’d just have a listen. Heard him say Yeah, Luke? Then a pause. Then Gerrard, he says, Don’t worry. I’ve told him to get himself up to the treetop walk in the morning. It’s perfect.’ He shook his head. ‘At the time I didn’t think much about it. Thought it was some kind of birthday surprise. Like a plane towing one of those messages behind. Happy Birthday Russell. That kind of thing. Few drinks later, and I forgot about it. Next thing it’s the morning, still early, and I hear the red-haired lad, Eamon, he says there’s been an accident. Something happened to Russell. Have to call the cops.’ He glanced at Clare. ‘Bearing in mind I was supposed to be dead, I thought I’d better leg it.’
‘But, if you’d heard Doug and Luke talking on the phone,’ Clare said, ‘why didn’t you come straight to us and tell us what you’d heard?’
‘Couldn’t.’
‘You mean you’d rather let a murderer go free than admit to us you hadn’t died all these years ago?’
‘I don’t mean that. At the time, I wasn’t even sure what the phone call had meant. And the lad Eamon, he didn’t say Russell had been shot – nothing like that. So I got out of the way before you lads arrived.’ He paused for a moment then went on. ‘I wondered, ye know, wondered if there was something in that call. But then your boss said they could all leave that fancy hotel so I thought I must have got it wrong. Then Gaby said would I come and stay with them, here, in this cottage. And this one,’ he nodded down at Luke, ‘well, he seemed so normal. I started to think I was wrong.’
Chris had moved into the room now and he began edging round the side of the coffee table.
‘Not another step, Sergeant,’ David said. ‘I’ll happily cut his throat and spend the rest of my life behind bars. Anything to get him away from Gaby.’
Chris held out his hands to indicate he understood, and David went on.