Chapters (51)
- About the Book
- About the Author
- Also by Kimberley Chambers
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Copyright
- Cover
‘What about my dad? Say Larry tells him that you’ve been to see me? What should I say?’
Like most police officers in the East of England, Blyth was only too aware what would occur if Eddie Mitchell got wind of Jed being responsible for his father’s murder. There would be a massacre of some kind, that was for sure.
‘You must say nothing to anyone about what happened to your grandfather, Frankie. If your father finds out that I’ve been to see you, you tell him that you gave me some information about Jed robbing old people, OK?’
Frankie nodded. ‘What about Kerry? Will you speak to her as well? I told her I was going to tell you about the tape.’
‘Yes, I will have to speak to Kerry to verify your story and obviously two witnesses who have heard what was on that tape are far better than one.’
‘Now, can you remember Jed and Sammy’s exact words when they were discussing your grandfather?’
Frankie’s eyes filled up with tears. She would never forget that particular conversation until her dying day.
Seeing that Frankie was upset, Blyth put her pen down. ‘Would you like to take a break and I’ll ask if we can get a cup of tea or coffee brought in for us? I’ve got some chocolate biscuits in my bag.’
‘Yes. Talking about what Jed did is making me wanna chuck up.’
Joey got to north London early. He wasn’t due to visit Frankie until this afternoon and it had been his boyfriend’s idea to make a day of it.
‘Let’s get a train and have lunch at the Angel before you see Frankie, then afterwards we can go up Covent Garden,’ Dom suggested.
As soon as Joey stepped off the train his phone burst into life. It was his dad.
‘Don’t forget to tell Frankie what I told you last night and I need you to find out what’s going on, Joey. If your sister’s gonna tell anyone, it’ll be you. Dig deep and make sure you find out why she spoke to the Old Bill. I’m relying on you to get the information, son.’
Joey promised his father that he would call him as soon as he left the prison. He ended the call and his phone rang again almost immediately. ‘Oh, it’s you,’ Joey said when he heard his grandfather’s voice. Stanley was the last person he’d expected to hear from, seeing as they weren’t even talking at the moment.
‘I was wondering if we could meet, Joey. I really need to speak to you about your nan.’