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
‘I figured a coffee was a good idea for a couple of reasons. I need to get up to speed with this investigation, with what you know, but we also need to get to know each other a bit. Maybe that’s where we should start,’ Joel said. ‘So, let’s make this informal. You’ve just seen your mate laid out on the floor, you’re angry and upset. This is a free pass to say what you’re thinking. About me, about this investigation … about what it is you really want to say.’
‘What I’m thinking?’ DS Rose whipped round to face Joel.
‘You want to be part of finding the person that did this to your mate, I get that, so you phoned my superintendent to be put on the investigation. But now you seem angry to be here.’
‘I phoned Major Crime first’ – DS Rose leaned forward now, her expression angry – ‘and they told me it was nothing to do with them, told me some superintendent had thrown her weight around, saw this as a juicy way of launching some new team that would get her to the next rank and taken it off them. Major Crime, with their core of twelve experienced detectives and all the other experts they can call on. Two detective sergeants, a guvnor, a Detective Chief Inspector who’s an experienced SIO, all ready and waiting to start finding out who shot and killed one of our own back there. But not now. Now they’re all sitting on their hands and they’re just waiting. See, when this investigation fails, Major Crime can use it to show that they can’t be replaced after all and everything goes back to the way it was. But what about Hannah? The people that did this to her? She deserves better than being abandoned as some political pawn. She’s dead, she was murdered.’
‘When it fails?’ Joel said.
‘Sandra was right about you, you’re no SIO. You’re not even a detective.’
‘My badge says different.’
‘When was your last investigation, the last time you formally interviewed someone even?’
Joel sat back now. He sugared his drink, deliberately taking his time. ‘Ten years would be about right for a formal interview. But questioning people – criminals, witnesses, people standing out on a ledge with every intention of jumping – every day since. We’re police officers, we question everything, we investigate everything. You don’t need to be on a specific unit to do that.’