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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

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.’