Chapters (55)
- PERFECT CRIME
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Acknowledgments
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- Chapter 1
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- Welcome to Edinburgh.Murder capital of Europe.
- The worst dangers are the ones we can’t see …
- When silence falls, who will hear their cries?
- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
‘I get that,’ he mumbled. ‘It’s just that, well, he and I haven’t always got along. I just wanted him to know that the team’s going to support him.’
‘He doesn’t need the team’s support, or anyone else’s, given that he’s not implicated in any way, but the sentiment would be appreciated, I’m sure. I’ll pass it on.’
‘Right, I’ll be off, then. I, er, bumped into the superintendent earlier,’ Lively mumbled, his eyes darting to Graham and back.
Lively was about as good at subterfuge as he was at dieting.
‘I spoke to her, too,’ Ava said. ‘She’s got MIT’s back, Sergeant. You should probably give her more credit.’
‘Aye. Maybe,’ he said glumly as he left.
Graham waited until Lively was well down the corridor before asking the inevitable.
‘You all right? Seems like you’re having a tough day.’
‘I’ll survive. What’s your gut instinct on the Jenson–Western case right now?’
‘I think it goes way back. It’s either something both men were implicated in or it’s an unresolved issue between them. Western’s wife was clear they’ve had no dealings for a decade,’ Graham said.
‘You’re sure the two deaths are linked?’
‘I’m not sure of anything right now, but the email enticing Western to come for Jenson’s funeral is too much of a coincidence. Otherwise, why not just fly out to Spain and cut Western’s brakes at his own home?’
‘Maybe there was too great a risk of killing another family member,’ Ava offered.
‘Or maybe travelling abroad risked leaving a trail – passports, tickets, credit cards.’
‘All right, see what you can turn up, but let me know quickly. Now that Callanach’s on enforced leave, we’ll have to resolve it without delay.’
‘Must be difficult. You two were colleagues before you got promoted. I can’t imagine how hard that conversation was. Let me know if you need anything, won’t you? And we never got that drink, not that anyone was in the mood for celebrating promotions with bodies piling up. Remind me, I owe you a pint still when this is over.’
‘I’ll hold you to that,’ Ava said, attempting a smile, aware that it was strained.