Chapters (44)
- 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
- About the Author
- Also by Stephen Booth
- About the Publisher
Donnelly chuckled. ‘No, of course not. You don’t ask questions like that.’
‘We do.’
‘Yeah, well . . .’ He shrugged. ‘I can’t tell you, can I? No matter how long you keep me here, I can’t tell you, because I don’t know.’
‘We don’t need you to tell us that, Mr Donnelly. We already know. The car you stole was used to commit a murder.’
‘Eh?’
‘A shooting in Foxlow.’
‘No. Well, I heard about that, but you can’t— Well, you can’t, that’s all.’
‘Mr Donnelly, unless you tell us who you did this favour for, you’re our number one suspect right now.’
‘For a murder? You’ve got to be joking.’
‘Not at all, sir. I’ve never been more serious. I suggest you start being more co-operative, or you could be here for a lot longer yet.’
Donnelly stared at him for a long moment, his eyes flickering anxiously as he worked out the odds. Either way, they didn’t look good.
‘He was good to me,’ he said. ‘He gave me a job, and he helped me to set up on my own when things started to go pear-shaped. I owed him a favour, that’s all. He’s a good bloke. I did it as a favour, I don’t know anything else.’
‘Who are you talking about, Mr Donnelly?’
Donnelly took a deep breath before finally committing himself. ‘OK, I’ll tell you.’
Cooper caught up with Fry in the car park, between the security gate and the custody suite. A light drizzle was falling, and Fry seemed to want to get to her car quickly, but he stopped her.
‘Ben? What the heck are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home recuperating.’
‘I don’t need to recuperate. I’m fine.’
He waited for the response he expected, wincing as he remembered what Liz had said to him when he put his jacket on to leave the flat. But, from Fry, it didn’t come.
‘So what do you think you’re going to do here?’ she said.
‘I want to help. Are there any developments?’
Fry brought him up to date on Keith Wade, then told him about Rose Shepherd’s dire financial circumstances.
‘God, she must have been getting desperate,’ said Cooper. ‘There wasn’t even anyone she could turn to for help or advice. She was dealing with that prospect alone.’