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

‘By the way,’ DS Cavanagh said, turning back to him as he walked away. ‘For what it’s worth, you’ve still got my backing. I think it’s all connected. I don’t like coincidences. Well done for not letting it drop. Other newbies would have just got their head down and done as they were told. The boss won’t forget that; especially if it leads to us figuring this all out.’

With that, DS Cavanagh left Mark alone in the corridor as he tried not to punch the air at the compliment.

There was still too much to do.

Half an hour later, Stephanie was led into the family room by DS Cavanagh and left alone with Mark. Her eyes were red and puffy from hours of tears. Her skin was pale. She looked so different than when he’d last seen her. Burdened with pain.

‘What’s going on?’ Stephanie said, her hair hanging limply over her cheeks. ‘How come you didn’t just come to the house tomorrow or something?’

Mark realised he wasn’t sure how to begin. Stammered out a response. ‘I thought it better we talk straight away. It’s not too late, is it? I mean, if you’re tired or…’

Stephanie shifted in her seat, trying to sit up straighter. ‘No, it’s fine. What is this about, Mark?’

‘We found something. In the house, earlier.’

‘Yeah, thanks for that,’ Stephanie said, before he had a chance to say anything more. ‘As if things weren’t bad enough, now my mum’s house has been turned upside down. Honestly, you couldn’t have given us a little more time? We’ve only just found out she’s dead. We could have done without that. Or at least had some warning.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Mark replied, stuck for anything else to say. ‘It’s what happens in these types of cases…’

‘And now you’re interviewing our Uncle Rich, as if he had something to do with it? It’s just not right.’

Mark could see she was on the brink of breaking down again, but resisted the urge to reach out and comfort her. ‘She was found somewhere he’s known to have a connection to, Stephanie. That can’t be ignored.’

‘He would never hurt her,’ Stephanie said, a grit to her tone of voice. As if she was holding back from raising her voice in the small space. ‘I know that’s what you people always think, but this time, it’s different. He didn’t do this.’

‘That’s why I need to talk to you. What I’m going to tell you here, I want you to think about carefully. If there’s anything sensitive, I promise it’ll be dealt with properly. I just need the truth, that’s all. I need your trust here. Okay? Can you trust me?’