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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Table of Contents
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. PART ONE
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  27. PART TWO
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  62. PART THREE
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  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  88. Keep Reading …
  89. Also by Jaime Raven
  90. About the Publisher

He pursed his lips. ‘There was no reason to. I thought that you would realise I had nothing to do with the death threats and leave me alone.’

‘So who else is aware of this?’

‘Nobody, and I’d like it to stay that way. In the time I’ve got left I have to offload the businesses or close them down. If it gets out that I’m on my last legs it’ll only make things more difficult.’

It was certainly a turn up for the books. Something I hadn’t expected. Jesus.

There was a long pause while I tried to get my head around it. I looked at Kate and her face posed a question: What the hell do we do now?

I clamped my lips together and raised my brow, as if to say: I don’t really know.

Peacock leaned forward and whispered something in Slack’s ear. Slack shook his head and patted the lawyer’s hand.

Peacock then turned to me and said, ‘In view of what we’ve just been told I really feel that this interview should be concluded. It’s now even more evident that my client is not the person you’re looking for. You can’t seriously believe that he would risk his liberty by killing police officers – or even arranging for them to be killed – when his own life is almost over.’

It was a fair point to make but I wasn’t yet ready to go along with it. After all, Roy Slack was a vicious criminal, a man of violence, so how could we be sure that he wouldn’t embark on a murderous spree even with a death sentence hanging over his own head?

‘We’ll call it quits for now then,’ I said to Slack. ‘I’ll make enquiries with your doctor and speak to my superiors. But despite what you’ve told us you still remain a suspect.’

Slack and his lawyer stood up together and Slack shook his head.

‘You know what I hate about you fucking coppers,’ he said, looking from me to Kate. ‘You spend millions hounding people like me while letting scumbags who you know are terrorists roam around London plotting to kill innocent people. You should be ashamed of your fucking selves.’

And on that note he stormed out of the interview room with his fat lawyer trailing after him.

24

Laura

Roy Slack’s bombshell revelation became one of the main talking points during the rest of the morning. Drummond refused to believe it until I’d spoken to the guy’s doctor at St Thomas’s Hospital who confirmed it.