Chapters (41)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- About the Author
- Lynda La Plante Reader’s Club
- Letter from the author
‘It’s Kingston’s turn to be the squad’s senior duty officer this weekend. I’ll be at home, but only call me if there’s positive and corroborated information about the Barclays Bank suspects, which will identify, locate and allow us to arrest them – with the money, preferably.’
‘Will you be back later this evening?’
‘I doubt it, but then again I might pop in to see what Tennison has to say for herself.’
*
The rush hour traffic was moving slowly, and it took Jane nearly half an hour to travel the three miles to Wood Green. On checking the collator’s cards, there were no local records for an Anthony Ripley, Aidan O’Reilly or Maria Fernandez, and the electoral register for 94A Seven Sisters Road showed an Anthony Ripley as the sole occupant. With the snooker club connection, this couldn’t be a coincidence. Jane wondered if, when Ripley moved to the flat in Connington House, he’d sublet it to O’Reilly.
Jane didn’t get back to the office until 6.30 p.m. It was empty apart from Katie, who was sitting at her desk typing up some statements.
‘Everyone still out on enquiries?’ she asked as she hung her coat on the stand.
‘Yes, apart from DI Kingston, who’s in his office.’
‘Murphy not about?’
‘No, he had a meeting to go to.’
‘I only came back because he wanted a result about the Emma Wilson enquiry today—’
‘It’s just as well, Jane, as he’s fuming that you weren’t back here by 5.30 like he told you to be.’
Jane looked quizzical. ‘He never said I had to be back here at a specific time.’
Katie looked sympathetic. ‘I tried to tell him he didn’t say a specific time, but he wouldn’t listen.’
‘I appreciate you sticking up for me, Katie, but I don’t want you getting on his wrong side because he’s got it in for me.’
‘Well, you shouldn’t have to put up with Murphy’s behaviour. It’s not right – and he knows it.’
Jane changed the subject. ‘Anything positive come in from the rest of the team?’
‘Teflon and Cam are still out taking statements from the area car crew and some civilian witnesses. The Colonel and Bax called in. They spoke to the owner of the car used in the robbery and are checking out what he told them.’
‘Do they think he was involved?’
‘Not in the robbery itself, but they thought there was something about his car being stolen that didn’t add up.’
‘What was it?’
‘They didn’t tell me all the details. They were just calling in.’
‘Sounds like I’m the only one who forgot to do that.’
‘Yes, but like I said, Murphy and the others don’t know that. I told him you’d interviewed Emma Wilson and it turned out to be a waste of time.’
‘It was actually quite productive—’