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Chapters (55)
  1. PERFECT CRIME
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. Can’t get enough of the Perfect series?
  48. Chapter 1
  49. Loved Perfect Silence? Then why not get back to where it all started with book one of the D.I. Callanach series?
  50. Welcome to Edinburgh.Murder capital of Europe.
  51. The worst dangers are the ones we can’t see …
  52. When silence falls, who will hear their cries?
  53. About the Author
  54. By the same author:
  55. About the Publisher

No time to prepare and that was the way he’d intended it, Callanach thought.

‘I spoke to his widow in Spain. She says Western was Bruce Jenson’s old business partner,’ Graham persisted.

‘I knew his name, but I’d never met him myself,’ Callanach said.

Pax Graham was looking at Ava as Callanach responded. However oblivious Lively might have been to the atmosphere in the room, Graham was right on it, Callanach realised.

‘That’s not the best bit,’ Lively continued. ‘Every other case we’ve got running might be fucked up right now, but this time whoever cut those brakes also cut themselves. We’ve got the bastard’s blood. If they’re on the system, we’ll have them in custody within the week.’

Pax Graham wasn’t looking quite so jubilant.

‘But it’s a hire car, so any number of people might be looking under the bonnet on a regular basis. I’m guessing if we swabbed the whole engine we’d get several different DNA samples turning up. We still need to find someone with cause to want both of these men dead. The curious thing is that they’ve had no contact with one another for years. They’re not exactly close friends any more. So whatever links them is from some time in their mutual past.’

‘What’s the plan moving forward?’ Ava asked.

‘We’re going to interview Gilroy Western’s family over the telephone tomorrow and they’ve already given us permission to search his recent communications, both from his mobile and emails. Apparently, he didn’t use social media. There were no witnesses to the brakes being tampered with, which must have been overnight so not entirely unexpected. No CCTV cameras in the street as it’s residential, and it was raining. Most people out on neighbouring commercial streets had umbrellas or hoods up, so we won’t get an ID that way.’

‘Let me know when the DNA result comes in,’ Ava said. ‘Lively, as you’re up to speed on the Gilroy Western case, you can continue to work with DI Graham. I’m transferring Janet Monroe back to the Fenella Hawksmith and Osaki Shozo murders. Agreed?’

Lively and Graham nodded.

‘Unless there’s anything else, we should all be getting back to work,’ Ava added.

‘I need a minute,’ Callanach said.

‘Not a good time. I need to prepare a statement for the press,’ Ava said, sitting down and pulling a notepad out from a drawer.

‘It’s all right, ma’am, the Evil Overlord is covering that one for you,’ Lively grinned.

‘Fine. One minute,’ Ava said.

‘I’d appreciate it if you’d write an addendum statement, just to confirm you never met Gilroy Western,’ Graham said quietly as he passed Callanach. ‘Crossing the t’s given the link to Jenson.’