Chapters (63)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- Map
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Acknowledgements
- Letter from Author
- About the Author
Archer holds back from saying the extra resources should have come after the first five murders. ‘That’s good to hear, ma’am.’
Archer stands to leave but stops midway as she notices a copy of Hamilton’s newspaper sticking out of the DCI’s bag. Archer locks eyes with Pierce and feels frozen for some odd inexplicable reason.
After a moment the DCI says, ‘I remember that case. I remember your father too. He was a good detective.’
‘It was a long time ago.’
The DCI removes the newspaper from the bag.
‘DI Archer, it seems Mr Hamilton has more of your history to excavate. I am concerned this will impede your ability to lead this investigation.’
Archer stiffens. ‘It will not, ma’am. I can promise you that.’
Pierce’s large bird-of-prey eyes study her for what seems like the longest time. She drops the paper in the bin. ‘See that it doesn’t. That’ll be all.’
‘Thank you, ma’am.’
Archer leaves the DCI’s office and breathes. She notices Klara watching her.
‘Are you OK?’ mouths Klara.
Despite the article, Archer is pleased they will have more support. She feels a renewed vigour, smiles and nods at her friend.
‘DS Quinn,’ calls Archer.
The Irishman looks back at her.
‘Would you like to go clubbing?’
‘I can bust a few moves, ma’am.’
‘I can’t promise you any fun. Maybe we can watch some movies together.’
Quinn nods. ‘Sounds good. I’ll bring the popcorn.’
As Quinn drives them to Clapham the shock of the article is still playing on Archer’s mind. Her thoughts turn to Hicks.
‘How well do you know Hicks?’ she asks Quinn.
‘I’ve known him for about five years. We’ve worked together on a few cases. It might not have escaped you that he is a first-class asshole.’
‘Do you trust him?’
‘Not especially. He’s a coaster. He gets away with doing the bare minimum, which Pierce doesn’t have the wit to see. He’s also jaded and angry. The force can do that to long-standing officers; however, I don’t think it’s anything to do with his job. I think that’s just who he is.’
Archer mulls Quinn’s words over in silence despite there being nothing that surprises her.
‘I do think you have your work cut out with him, and DCI Pierce, if you don’t mind me saying.’
‘Thanks. I figured that already.’