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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

‘What have you got for us, Krish, and what has it got to do with the Home Office?’

‘Just coming to that.’ He reaches into his case, takes out a manila folder and places it on the table with his hands resting firmly on top of it.

‘The contents of this folder are very sensitive.’

Krish’s eyes roll between Archer’s and Quinn’s.

Quinn sighs. ‘We’re in the middle of a murder investigation. Are you going to share what you have or do we have to wait on your chum?’

‘I’m sorry.’ He slides across the folder. ‘Dr Kapur sent us through several blond hairs from the victims in the glass cabinets. Unfortunately, the formaldehyde had an impact on our ability to find a match. However, the site Forensics team were able to find similar blond hairs on the material used to cover the glass cabinets. We tested the follicles and were able to find a match.’

Archer opens the file and looks at the profile and photograph inside.

‘Jesus Christ!’ says Quinn. ‘Are you kidding me?’

‘I wish I were. They belong to the missing MP, Lewis Faulkner.’

Chapter 23

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‘HANG ON A MINUTE,’ says Quinn. ‘How on earth were you able to match Lewis Faulkner’s DNA and why is he even listed on the database?’

‘It’s no secret he has a history of drug offences including one for domestic abuse. His past occasionally resurfaces in the tabloids,’ replies Archer.

Across the office, she notices DCI Pierce arrive with Sir Peter Davis, a tall, thin grim-faced man wearing an ill-fitting grey pinstripe suit. They make their way toward the incident room.

‘Davis is here,’ warns Archer.

They all stand as Pierce escorts Davis into the incident room. His thick dark eyebrows knit together at the sight of Faulkner’s file. He looks at Krish, his lips curling. ‘I instructed you to wait until I arrived.’

‘My apologies. It seemed to me this couldn’t wait,’ replies Krish.

‘Peter, this is DI Archer and DS Quinn, who are leading “The Forsaken” murders investigation.’

‘Hiya,’ says Quinn.

Davis frowns at the Irishman as Archer hands Pierce the file.

‘I didn’t know about Faulkner’s domestic abuse. This certainly puts a new perspective on the investigation,’ says Quinn.

‘I have known the Faulkner family for over three decades. His father and I are old colleagues. His son and my son are the very best of friends. Lewis Faulkner is innocent of any allegation past or present. Besides, that was a long time ago and the offence was thrown out of the courts!’ says Davis.

Archer holds her tongue, thinking it unwise to mention the costly settlement that was splashed across the papers all those years back.

Pierce closes the file. ‘Conclusions?’

‘It would seem that Lewis Faulkner has had physical contact with the cabinet covers.’

‘What does that prove exactly?’ asks Davis.

‘Well, the same hair was found on the victims,’ says Quinn.