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Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. Letter from Author
  63. About the Author

‘How would I know?’

‘Maybe because he’s your son!’ snaps Quinn.

Kelly looks downward. ‘I haven’t seen him since . . . since . . . that night.’

‘What night was that, Mr Kelly?’

He rubs his arms and begins to shake his head.

‘Mr Kelly, when was the last time you saw your wife, Elaine Kelly, and son, Jordan?’ asks Archer.

Kelly casts his eyes downward and speaks under his breath.

‘I’m sorry, Mr Kelly, could you repeat that?’

His nose begins to run and tears stream down his cheeks.

‘I don’t remember.’

He is clearly drunk. Archer should put a stop to the interview but she waits for a nugget of something.

‘Mr Kelly, please think back.’

There is a long silence as Kelly tries to hold himself together.

‘Drink some of this,’ says Quinn, sliding across a styrofoam cup of water.

‘Mr Kelly, can you confirm your son Jordan isn’t staying with you?’

Tentatively, he picks up the cup, takes a sip, but it seems to go down the wrong way and he coughs it back, spitting it onto the floor.

‘My Elaine. My boy. I’m so sorry,’ he weeps.

‘What are you sorry for, Mr Kelly?’

Kelly doesn’t respond.

‘Mr Kelly, when did you last see your wife and son?’ asks Quinn.

But Kelly drops his head into his hands and sobs.

Archer and Quinn exchange looks. They are both thinking the same thing.

‘Mr Kelly, why don’t you get some rest and we can talk later.’

Kelly weeps as Archer and Quinn stand to leave.

Outside of the interview room Quinn turns to Archer. ‘I’m not sure what to make of that display. He could be putting it on.’

‘Jackie Morris said he was sly and clever.’ Archer takes a moment to consider options. Kelly is clearly not in a position to talk – whether he was lying or drunk I can’t tell. I’ll put an application through to extend his stay. Would you mind breaking the news to him?’

‘Sure,’ replies Quinn, who returns to the interview room.

Chapter 35

35

ARCHER RETURNS TO THE THIRD floor. She notices Hicks and Felton have gone and that DCI Pierce is in her office. She knocks on the door.

Pierce beckons her inside.

Archer updates the DCI on everything they know to date.

‘. . . and no one has seen or heard from Jordan Kelly since his mother went missing.’

‘Let’s consider him a missing person and make finding him a priority for this investigation. Is it possible Jordan was with his mother when she went missing?’

‘It’s possible.’

‘Revisit the Aylesbury Estate and go door-to-door. Talk to his friends. Find out what you can. Nothing is insignificant.’

‘I’ll get the team on it.’

‘Good. You may be interested to know I had a breakfast meeting with the Chief Constable. In light of the latest murders he is giving us more feet on the ground.’