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
She ended the call and phoned Nick at the Bluebird cafe. She was relieved to find he was still happy for her to work as a waitress. She asked if she should wear a waitress’s outfit and he laughed, telling her it wasn’t the Ritz. She should just wear jeans and a T-shirt, and he would give her an apron.
She then went to speak to Cam, who was sitting at Katie’s desk doing some of her paperwork.
‘I was just wondering if that PC you spoke to at Wood Green about Mehmet Osman mentioned anything about his brother Asil?’
‘No. Why do you ask?’
‘Emma Wilson said he was involved in her father’s criminal activities before going back to Cyprus, but he’s come back to London claiming to be a successful fruit exporter.’
‘Drugs, more like. I’ll ring the PC and see what I can dig up.’
‘If you don’t mind, that’d be great.’
‘Looks like I’m going to be stuck driving Katie’s desk for a while, as she’s gone sick.’
‘What’s wrong with her?’
‘Apparently she had a big bust-up with her boyfriend over Kingston. I reckon she’s too embarrassed to come in.’
‘Sorry to hear that . . . Is Kingston in his office?’
‘He’s been in it all day – looks like he’s spent the night there.’
‘Does he know about Fiona Simpson’s death?’
Cam nodded. ‘I told him after Teflon called it in.’
‘How’d he take it?’
‘He seemed quite shocked. He was at the pub yesterday evening talking to her about going to the Yard.’
‘He told you he was at the pub?’
‘Yes, why?’
‘We were trying to find out who else was working behind the bar . . . so he might know.’
Jane went to her desk and sat down. She started typing her report, then stopped.
‘It’s now or never,’ she said to herself, getting up.
She knocked on Kingston’s office door and put her head around.
‘I just wanted to talk to you about Fiona Simpson.’
‘Sure, come in. I heard you and Teflon found her body.’
‘Yes. Paul Lawrence is examining the scene and arranging a post mortem for this afternoon.’
‘Does he think it’s suspicious?’
‘Too early to say. There were no signs of a struggle at the pub, so she either fell or was pushed down the cellar stairs, probably after changing a barrel. Cam said you were there last night, about her visiting albums.’
‘Yeah, she was keen to do it.’
‘Do you know who was working behind the bar with her?’
‘There was just one other girl while I was there. I think her name was Sarah, but Fiona let her go about half ten as the pub was so quiet.’
She thought about asking Kingston what time he left, but didn’t want to appear over-inquisitive.
‘Lawrence thinks she died around midnight.’