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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Robert Thorogood
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Robert Thorogood
  5. Note to Readers
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. Extract
  48. Prologue
  49. About the Publisher

‘Your business was in trouble?’

‘Not the business. Liz inherited it from her dad years ago, so there’s no mortgage or anything. As long as we take more money than we spend, we’re in clover. But we didn’t have the sort of savings set aside for the last flood. Not after the one before.’

‘You’ve spent all your savings?’

‘We’ll be able to build them up again. Once we open properly.’

‘OK, just a couple more questions. What do you know about a local man called Iqbal Kassam?’

‘That’s what that woman asked me.’

‘Would that be Judith Potts?’

‘That’s right. She asked about that guy who got killed the other week.’

‘I understand your wife used his taxi services a few weeks ago.’

‘Only to get some shopping. She wasn’t gone more than an hour or so. I’m sure loads of people used him.’

‘And how well did your wife know Stefan Dunwoody?’

Danny didn’t answer immediately and he was guarded when he did.

‘Yeah, that Judith woman asked about him as well. Why?’

‘If you could answer the question.’

‘But why are you suggesting Liz had anything to do with those men?’ Danny said, and Judith could hear anger in his voice.

‘It’s very important that you answer the questions I’m asking you, Mr Curtis.’

Danny sighed.

‘I asked Liz about Stefan after I’d spoken to Judith. Okay? And she said she’d not had anything to do with Stefan for months. Hadn’t been to his gallery. Hadn’t spoken to him at all. And before you ask, I also asked if she’d been to his house. She laughed at me. She told me she’d never been to his house and didn’t even know where Stefan lived. So that’s all you need to know about Liz and Stefan. Are we done now?’

‘Nearly. Do you own a firearm?’

‘No! Why would I own a gun?’

‘Then one last question. If I were to say “faith, hope and charity”, what would that mean to you?’

Listening from behind the van, Judith’s ears pricked up. ‘Faith, hope and charity’? Why was Tanika asking that question? Judith guessed it was somehow connected to Stefan’s medallion.

For his part, Danny seemed just as puzzled by the question as Judith.

‘It wouldn’t mean anything. Why are you asking?’

‘Does the phrase not resonate with you in any way?’

‘It’s a motto, isn’t it? I don’t know.’

‘It’s from the bible originally, but maybe it has some other meaning for you?’