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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

He seemed to be ready for this. ‘I’m afraid I underestimated how devastated she was by her brother’s death.’

‘You believe your wife meant to end her life?’

He allowed his head to droop. ‘I’m afraid so, Inspector.’

Clare observed him. He wouldn’t be picking up an Oscar any time soon. ‘Frankly, Mr Gasparini, I doubt your account of events. However, we do have Mr Gerrard in the station so I’ve no doubt he’ll bear out your statement – if it’s correct.’

‘What I don’t get,’ Chris said, ‘is how Eamon Ferry didn’t notice the gun in the car. It can’t have still been in there when they were packing up.’

They were gathered in the incident room, Tony having pronounced Clare’s office stifling. ‘You and that damn virus,’ he said. ‘Turning up the radiators in August, for God’s sake.’

‘Yeah, whatever,’ Clare said, pulling her jacket round her front. ‘Anyway, Chris has a point. If Mark Mooney’s telling the truth he put the gun in the back of Eamon Ferry’s car. But, unless Eamon’s in on the whole thing, the gun couldn’t have been there when they drove back to Glasgow.’ She turned to Chris. ‘It definitely wasn’t in the boot of the Range Rover when we saw them loading their bags.’

‘Could be it’s hidden somewhere in the Lodge grounds.’

Clare nodded. ‘Unless Doug got rid of it before he called 999. But according to what David Fox said, Eamon knew early on that something had happened to Russell. David then left the Lodge early enough to see Zac Buchanan in the museum grounds. So I can’t see how Doug would have had time to get rid of the gun.’

‘So where is it?’ Tony asked. ‘You did have the grounds searched, Clare?’

‘The area immediately surrounding the house, yes. But there’s a lot of land. And I can’t honestly see anyone leaving a gun out in the open, to be collected. They’re too expensive for that.’

Chris said, ‘I think you’re right Clare. I reckon he must have posed it somewhere for Val, or someone else, to collect once the fuss had died down.’

‘In which case,’ Clare said, ‘it might still be there. Chris, can you ask Jim to send some cops up there for another look?’

Chris went off to find Jim. Tony watched him go then said, ‘What you thinking?’

Clare frowned. ‘I’m damned if I’ll let Mark Mooney take all the blame for this one. In fact if I was his solicitor I’d be pleading coercion. A clever advocate could do something with that.’

‘Yeah,’ Tony agreed. ‘I’d like to see those two charged.’