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  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

If the police were watching and they got suspicious of him, he’d use Callanach’s name to clarify who he was. At least it would be confirmation of the bigger picture: that those attempting suicide in the city were prey to a ruthless murderer who saw them as bait. And that Janet Vargas, so recently saved from taking her own life, might soon be wishing she’d gone through with it, compared to the horrors that Hawksmith and Shozo had been subjected to.

Lance waited an hour, considered going home but didn’t. Some habits you just couldn’t break. He had no idea at all what, or who, he was looking for, but the journalist – and perhaps, he acknowledged, the egotist in him – assured him he’d know it when he saw it.

Chapter Thirty-One

17 March

The briefing room was full to capacity with members of both investigative teams. Pax Graham stood up to speak first.

‘We still have no suspect,’ he began. ‘Gilroy Western’s long-time escort has an alibi for the entire period and after some pressure was applied, the gentleman she was with has confirmed her version of events. Suffice to say, if she was lying there’s no way he’d have put his political career on the line for her. Likewise Western’s daughter and wife, while having potential motives for wanting Western dead, were both in Spain at the time. That leaves someone who hasn’t yet figured into our investigation, or the possibility that someone ordered a hit on Jenson and Western.

‘The DNA found on the engine of Western’s car isn’t in the police national database, but the same DNA has also been identified on the cushion used to kill Bruce Jenson. What we do have, though, courtesy of the staff member who finally came forward to say a female figure ran through the gardens while he was having a cigarette, is CCTV footage from the security camera of the industrial building opposite the care home.’

He turned around and hit a few buttons on a laptop while someone killed the lights. A large screen flickered into half-life, showing little other than darkened blurs with the occasional car headlights flashing past. The roof of the care home was visible in the top section but shrouded by trees and vegetation at the front. Large gates looked like an impressive enough security measure, fixed to sections of wall than ran for several metres either side.