Chapters (49)
- Cover
- Praise for Robert Thorogood
- About the Author
- Also by Robert Thorogood
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- 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
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- Prologue
- About the Publisher
‘I know, and very clever it was. When Liz was last seen alive at nine o’clock, you were a hundred miles away. And you were still a hundred miles away when her body was found an hour later.’
‘Then how do you think I did it?’
‘I’ve already said. You didn’t.’
‘What?’
‘You didn’t kill your wife. You killed Stefan Dunwoody.’
‘What?’
‘That’s right. It was you who killed Stefan. And who then tied the bronze medallion with “Faith” written on it into his jacket buttonhole. I perhaps should have guessed that a rower killed Stefan sooner. After all, only a rower would attach a medallion like that to someone, like you do with your passes to enter the various enclosures at regattas.’
‘This is crazy.’
‘Oh no, this is the opposite of crazy. It was very rational. Shockingly so in fact.’
‘You think I killed that Stefan guy? I didn’t even know him. It was only Liz who knew him.’
‘Which is what makes your crime all the worse. You killed him in cold blood. And the thing is, I wondered at the time why Stefan was shot at the end of his garden. I couldn’t work out how he’d got there. You see, Elliot Howard was my number one suspect for Stefan’s death. Stefan didn’t like Elliot at all. In fact, he suspected Elliot of having broken into his house. So if Elliot came to his house, how did they end up at the bottom of the garden? Exactly how had that conversation gone? “Hello, Stefan,” Elliot would have said. “I know you hate me, but could we go for a stroll in your garden?” It made no sense.
‘But what if the killer came from the river? Well, that was a different matter. Because you’re right. Stefan didn’t know you from Adam. So when you appeared at the bottom of his garden, he would have been surprised, but not fearful.’
‘What do you mean, when I appeared at the bottom of his garden?’