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
‘Traces on the sill and on the floorboards beneath the window. And I’d say the window was recently opened. There are paint flakes on the floor. We’ve taken some prints from around the sill but there’s no guarantee they’ll match anyone on the database. We’ll try, though.’
Clare thanked Raymond and ended the call. ‘That’s definite, then. The shot came from inside the house.’
‘So, one of them?’ Chris said.
‘Mm, not sure I’d go that far. There’s that minibus for starters. Could have been anyone in that vehicle.’ She lifted her coffee mug and drained it. ‘Come on,’ she said, pushing back her chair. ‘It’s time we found out who was in that house on Friday night.’
Chapter 10
They headed for the station door but before they reached it, the tall figure of Mark Mooney entered. He was more formally dressed than at their first meeting, in dark trousers and a white shirt. He looked round then his eye fell on Clare and Chris. He hesitated then approached them.
‘Quite a crew out there,’ he said, nodding towards the door. ‘TV folk by the looks of the vans.’
Clare frowned. ‘Are they causing an obstruction?’
He shook his head. ‘No, nothing like that. It’s, er, I wondered if I could have a word.’
Clare glanced at Chris then back at the security guard. Then she turned and led him towards one of the small interview rooms. She opened the door and flicked on the light. ‘Please,’ she said, indicating a chair.
He stood for a moment, regarding it, then slowly sat down.
Clare took a seat opposite, Chris at her side. She smiled at Mark and, when he seemed reluctant to speak, she said, ‘Is there something we can help you with?’
He rubbed his chin. ‘It’s just…’
They waited.
‘It’s about Friday night,’ he said, at last. ‘That minibus.’
‘Mr Mooney,’ Clare began, ‘if what you’re about to tell us relates to the killing of Mr Fox then I must caution you formally and record this interview.’
He waved this away. ‘Oh no, it’s nothing like that. You might even have guessed.’
‘Go on, then,’ Clare said. ‘But I will stop you if I feel a formal interview is indicated.’