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Back Right to Kill Save as PDF
Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Note to Readers
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
  5. Thursday
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. Friday
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. Saturday
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. 22
  29. Sunday
  30. 23
  31. 24
  32. 25
  33. 26
  34. 27
  35. 28
  36. 29
  37. 30
  38. 31
  39. Monday
  40. 32
  41. 33
  42. 34
  43. 35
  44. 36
  45. 37
  46. 38
  47. Tuesday
  48. 39
  49. 40
  50. 41
  51. 42
  52. 43
  53. 44
  54. 45
  55. Wednesday
  56. 46
  57. Epilogue
  58. 47
  59. Acknowledgements
  60. About the Publisher

‘I think I checked my emails when I got back. I don’t have the location activated, I’m afraid. Google doesn’t need to know every time I pop out for a loaf of bread, does it?’

‘Quite so. We’ll sort all that out later.’ Joe was already making his way back to his car. Turner followed. ‘Would you allow us to see your internet and phone history without a warrant?’

‘No problem.’

‘Great. I’ll be in touch.’

He got into his car, checked his WhatsApp.

Hi, Joe! Absolutely. I’m in Tong village. Any time today is fine. Early evening?

He felt a smile creep onto his face as he turned onto the road and headed back to the motorway. A main suspect and a date, and it wasn’t even midday.

He called Rita as he drove. She was slowing down a bit now, the bouncy urgency in her speech replaced with a more measured tone.

‘Leo Turner, eh?’ she asked.

‘Yep. As of now, he’s my main suspect.’

‘Well, let’s see what you come up with. I’m off for a few hours’ kip. Oh, by the way, the stuff about the pencil is all over the internet.’

‘Jesus! How did that happen? Rita? Are you still there?’

‘Yeah, just. I’ve got no idea. It wasn’t me. You made the right call on that. But I’ll tell you what, Joe, I dunno about Leeds, but over here we fuckin’ hate rapists.’

‘Especially ones you never got sent down?’

‘You might have a point there, partner. But that pencil stuff was never gonna stay quiet for long. There were a lot of folk at that crime scene, and some of ’em have got big mouths.’

‘OK. I’m off for a bite. We’ll speak this afternoon, OK?’

‘Yeah. One of us’ll be busy by then. Decision on a single hub by mid-afternoon, they’re saying.’

‘Yes,’ he told himself after he ended the call. ‘And I have a main suspect.’

26

His eyelids were drooping badly now. He only noticed the arrival of his haddock and chips when the aroma of hot beef dripping made him spontaneously dribble. By the time he’d shaken himself awake, the waitress was already walking away.

‘Thank you,’ he called after her, fighting back the spittle.

She turned her head and gave him a smile. She might have been twenty, he thought, fresh-faced, the unmistakable look of a girl from a good family.

‘Bloody hell, Joe,’ he told himself as he grabbed the vinegar and doused his battered fish, ‘you’re turning into your grandma!’