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Chapters (74)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Epilogue
  72. Acknowledgements
  73. About the Author
  74. Extract from The Mayfly

Gary groaned. The awful lawyer was standing in the doorway holding a key.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Priest unlocked the front door and led the way into the cheerless hallway. Georgie followed him in. He’d managed to ring and divert her to Bristol Road before she got to the office. Elinor Fox came in behind, seemingly unperturbed at having been caught trying to flirt her way into the flat.

‘What were you doing?’ Georgie fired at her.

‘Doing what an investigative journalist does: investigating.’

‘They call it snooping elsewhere.’ Georgie turned her back on the reporter and sidled up to Priest with her arms folded.

He stared at the back wall. ‘How many rooms do you see?’

Georgie scanned the end of the hallway. ‘Lounge, kitchen, bathroom and a bedroom. Four.’

‘Right,’ Priest murmured, making his way to the rear of the flat where he started to run his fingers across the back wall. ‘Whereas Sarah distinctly told me there were two bedrooms.’

‘The geek downstairs told me that Simeon used the rear entrance to come and go, too. Yet there isn’t one,’ offered Fox, mimicking Priest’s inspection of the wall.

‘Not one that we can see, anyway,’ said Priest and, with that, put his fist through the wall.

He felt Georgie jump in alarm as his hand went right through the plasterboard to the other side. He withdrew it and felt a draught of cold air escape the new opening. He peered through; could see only darkness but there was definitely a space behind the wall.

‘Stand back,’ Priest grunted. ‘This might get rough.’ He raised his foot. The idea was to take the wall out bit by bit if he had to. Turned out he didn’t. There was the sound of a latch mechanism operating somewhere in the wall and suddenly a hitherto unseen door on the far side of the wall fell open. Priest looked over at Fox, who was standing next to it.

‘Ingenious,’ she mused, closing the door again, whereupon Priest saw the outline seal shut. A minuscule overhang the same colour as the wall lined the edge of the door so, when it was shut, it was completely invisible, until pressure was applied to a particular spot which Fox showed them and the door rematerialised before swinging open.

‘Lucky guess,’ Georgie mumbled.

Priest said nothing before entering the secret room beyond the hallway and finding himself in a dark, enclosed space. He used the light from his phone to find a switch on the wall and suddenly the second bedroom manifested itself, complete with back door leading to the street below.

‘Simeon must have installed this himself,’ Priest concluded. ‘A secret room only he knew about.’