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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

‘Call ahead to the hospital. There’ll have to be a psychiatric evaluation asap,’ she told Tripp.

‘Is that how he’s going to spin it? The procurator fiscal will get their own psych report. We’ll have a chance to fight it.’

‘Not this time,’ Ava said, seeing Maclure’s gun on the floor at the base of the window and taking an evidence bag from her pocket. ‘The Rune Maclure I met before wasn’t the man who was here today. And that noise he was making. He talked about becoming. When he threw himself out of that window, he genuinely thought he was going to fly away. No question about it.’

She bent down, using the bag to pick up the gun without adding her own fingerprints to it, making sure the safety catch was engaged before sliding it into her pocket. It would need to be added to the evidence log as soon as possible.

‘Had Maclure taken drugs?’ Tripp asked.

‘I don’t think so. More likely down to the lack of them. The man they’re flying to the hospital is Lance Proudfoot. We should inform his family about what’s happening.’

‘Lance … I know that name.’

‘Yes, you do, which brings me to our next stop of the evening. Could you drop me at DI Callanach’s, please? Lance Proudfoot’s a journalist and a close friend of Luc’s. I need to go and break the news in person.’

Chapter Forty-One

18 March

Tripp dropped her off outside Callanach’s flat and sped away to help oversee Rune Maclure’s processing. Ava checked her watch. She could afford ten minutes, no more. Using her key, she let herself into the corridor and took the stairs quietly, keen not to wake any of his neighbours at such an antisocial hour. Police work had made her forget the relevance of time in so far as which part of the day or night it was. A clock was only for reminding you how urgently the next task needed to be handled.

She felt a stab of jealousy as she ran up the stairs for those people whose jobs started at 9 a.m. and stopped at 5.30 p.m., whose weekends were their own and who’d never had their holiday cancelled while they stood in line at the airport. How much easier for them to do classes, make social arrangements and have actual relationships. Ones that didn’t crumble under the stress of their profession.