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Back The Game
Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. NOW
  4. One
  5. BEFORE
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. NOW
  26. Twenty-One
  27. BEFORE
  28. Twenty-Two
  29. Twenty-Three
  30. Twenty-Four
  31. Twenty-Five
  32. Twenty-Six
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. NOW
  46. Thirty-Nine
  47. BEFORE
  48. Forty
  49. Forty-One
  50. Forty-Two
  51. Forty-three
  52. Forty-Four
  53. Forty-Five
  54. Forty-Six
  55. Forty-Seven
  56. Forty-Eight
  57. Forty-Nine
  58. Fifty
  59. Fifty-One
  60. NOW
  61. Fifty-Two
  62. Fifty-Three
  63. Fifty-Four
  64. Fifty-Five
  65. AFTER
  66. Fifty-Six
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. About the Author

DI Bennett sighed and moved her chair out to sit down. ‘Fine, why don’t you two take over the questioning of the uncle. See if that changes your mind.’ She looked at her watch and made a decision. ‘Take him into a room now before you call it a day. There’s another sixteen hours on the clock, so we have the time.’

‘Thanks, boss,’ Mark said, opening the door and leaving the office before she had a chance to change her mind. He waited outside for DS Cavanagh, who joined him a few seconds later. The two men looked at each other, Cavanagh breaking it with a small nod, then they set off for the custody suites on the bottom floor.

He’d managed to get much more than he’d thought was possible. Now, he just had to work out what he wanted to ask Rich.

Mark tried not to smile as he made his way down the corridor. He could feel himself becoming part of the team finally.

There was something nagging at him still. Something he wasn’t seeing yet. Something he was missing.

He tried to shake the feeling, but it wouldn’t let go.

NOW

Thirty-Nine

The Third Interview

Tuesday 30th October

Interview Room One

Lancaster Police Station – sixty miles from Liverpool City Centre

They had about an hour and a half left on the clock before they’d have to decide whether to charge him or not. He thought it was an absolute certainty that they’d have enough to get at least one charge, but he wondered about the rest he had said. They had left him in the cell for about six hours before they’d brought him back.

He didn’t like the way they’d been looking at him. As if they had a secret they couldn’t wait to share.

Surely they would have been looking into his confessions, rather than anything else?

He was just nervous, he decided. He needed this last hurdle to be crossed and then he would be remanded and everything would be okay.

He thought of the dead girl they had found him with. The looks on the faces of the uniformed officers as they handcuffed him and bundled him into the back of the van. The waves of hate that had streamed across the table from the detectives in the two previous visits to this interview room.

They all looked and felt the same. There was no chance they had looked into who he was. His past, his life.

Of course, they’d want to identify him. Have a name, so they could do this properly. He was still weighing up the pros and cons of giving them that.

They hadn’t tried talking to him on the walk to the room. Or now they were inside. He was glad of that. Didn’t want them to try and engage him in idle chit-chat, as they had done previously.