Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
‘You don’t think they have their vengeance? The last time I saw Mr Olsen the back of his head was missing. And he sat in that building for a considerable amount of time with the barrel of a shotgun in his mouth. Waiting for you. He knew you were coming. He knew who you were and what that folder would tell you. All he could do was wait. That is a very specific sort of torture, would you not agree?’
‘They were pretty certain I was going to do it then? What I did,’ Danny said with bitterness in his tone.
The man lowered his glass to reveal a smile. ‘We’re all fathers, Mr Evans. And if you hadn’t, that opportunity would have gone to someone else and he would have waited another day. That outcome was inevitable. I’m glad it was you.’
‘That information, the stuff in that folder, where did that all come from? The police had practically nothing at all.’
‘They didn’t because all they had were the victims. Marcus Olsen was clever, aware of forensic interrogation of electronic devices, and he countered that. But I was able to find him. The source is always a lot more difficult to clean but in truth he wasn’t trying anyway. Why would he? He never considered anyone was going to turn up at his door – and when I did I was able to be a lot more … persuasive than the police ever can.’
‘Persuasive?’
‘The shotgun, Mr Evans. The police don’t point them in people’s faces when they question them, which is a real shame, you can take that from me. People talk more.’
Danny took a moment. The man was making sense; the police had their hands tied by their codes of practice, by what they could and couldn’t do. This guy didn’t. There was still something nagging him about the whole setup however.
‘So, this is nothing about me being some fall guy? This other dude not wanting to get his hands dirty?’
‘A fair question from a man with twenty-four hours to go over and over what he did. I understand, of course I do. But what you must consider is that it would have been far less risky if the same man who had hired me had also been the one to pull that trigger. The key to staying under the radar in such matters is to control the episode and that means limiting the variables as much as is humanly possible.’
‘Variables?’