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

‘It means she was begging.’ Joel lifted his hands out at chest height towards Miles, his palms up so they pointed at him. ‘The killer was pointing a gun at her and she was terrified and she was desperate. You’re never going to stop a bullet with your hand, we all know that, but in that moment when desperation takes over you would throw your hands towards it, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you?’

Miles’s gaze had drifted; his eyes had lost their focus. They snapped back now.

‘Sure,’ Miles said.

‘So then why was she shackled to the bed of a known drug user in the middle of Sittingbourne in the first place?’

‘I … we don’t have the answers either; we don’t know anything.’

‘You know more than that. Even I know more than that. I’ll tell you what I do know, shall I? I know Hannah talked to you about these five victims she was leaving behind and I know you gave her hope. You made her think that there might be another angle, that she didn’t have to leave it behind after all. So you can imagine what I think of you right now.’ Joel fixed his eyes on the man opposite. He didn’t have to wait long for the reaction he wanted.

‘You think I did this?’ Miles said.

‘Shot her twice at close range? Of course not. But maybe you provided the wild goose for her to chase.’

‘It wasn’t a wild …’

‘What was it then?’ Joel leaned in to keep the pressure up. Miles’s reaction was to push away from him and stand. He took a few steps, stopping to face a wall like a naughty boy sent to think about what he had done.

‘She shouldn’t even have been there …’

‘I know that. Source handlers don’t go to private addresses, not ever. They don’t go out alone either, do they?’

‘No. The process in here is very strict, it’s what … it’s how we keep officers safe.’

‘Tell me about it. What is the system?’ Joel knew enough already but he needed to get Miles talking so he had something to pick apart.

‘There’s a system, it’s the first thing we train, Hannah knew it. If an informant wants to talk to us they call a number that takes a recorded message. Then, whoever’s on call at that time gets a text to say a message has been left and they call the voicemail. It’s pin-coded. I get the alert too. The handler listens to the recorded message and will call the informant back direct to arrange a meeting. The meeting happens during daytime hours and it will be two handlers at a public venue. The meeting and the venue are both authorised by the controller or they don’t happen at all.’

‘Controller?’

‘Our guvnor. Your job if you were in here.’