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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. August
  4. Day 1: Saturday
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Day 2: Sunday
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Day 3: Monday
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Day 4: Tuesday
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Day 5: Wednesday
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Day 6: Thursday
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Day 7: Friday
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Day 8: Saturday
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Day 9: Sunday
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Day 10: Monday
  58. Two months later
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. Detective Clare Mackay
  62. Canelo Crime
  63. About the Author
  64. Also by Marion Todd

She looked at him for a moment but he met her gaze without flinching. ‘Remind me again how you know Valerie Docherty.’

‘As I said last time, we jointly own a property.’

‘Lamond Lodge.’

‘The very same.’

‘You were vague on how this came about,’ Clare said. ‘Maybe you could think again.’

He shrugged. ‘I’m always on the lookout, you know, houses to invest in. Like I said, someone put me in touch with Val.’

‘As with Mr Mooney, someone passed on her name?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Mr Gerrard, you are a reasonably successful businessman.’ She let this hang in the air for a moment then said, ‘I find it hard to believe so many of your contacts are so casual – people you can’t remember, men you meet in pubs – this doesn’t sound to me like an efficient way to run a business.’

‘To be honest, Inspector, that sounds like a you-problem.’

Tony folded his arms. ‘And yet, Mr Gerrard, here you are.’

‘Not for much longer, Chief Inspector.’ He glanced at his solicitor.

‘Indeed,’ the solicitor said. ‘Mr Gerrard has answered your questions. I think perhaps we’ve trespassed on your time long enough, officers.’

‘Aye,’ Doug Gerrard said, ‘trespassed.’

Clare smiled then said, ‘Mr Gerrard, you were contemplating the purchase of a chain of pubs on Glasgow’s south side. Is that correct?’

A slight frown appeared on the solicitor’s face.

Ah, Clare thought, you weren’t expecting that, were you?

Doug Gerrard said, ‘Who told you that?’

‘Someone mentioned it,’ Clare said, before she could stop herself.

He had the grace to laugh. ‘Touché, Inspector.’ Then he said, ‘I was thinking about it.’

‘And were you financing it yourself?’

‘Maybe.’

‘What was the likely cost?’ Clare asked.

‘Not sure.’

‘Did you have a budget in mind?’

He took a moment to respond. ‘It was at an early stage. Nothing set in stone.’

Clare decided it was time to show her hand. ‘Were you considering a joint investment with Russell Fox?’

For the first time Clare thought she saw his expression change. The smirk was gone, his eyes steely and she was suddenly glad Tony was sitting next to her.

Then he said, ‘Done your homework, Inspector.’

‘Just answer the question please.’

‘We talked about it.’

‘And were you aware of any other plans Mr Fox had? I gather he planned to sell his restaurants and invest the money in one or two projects.’

‘I wasn’t his keeper, Inspector. I said I had an idea and would he be interested. He said he was. I’ve no idea what else he was thinking about.’

Clare nodded at this. He’d clearly spent his time on the journey from Glasgow wisely, going over his story. ‘You knew Mr Fox had health problems?’