Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
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- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
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- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
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- Dedication
‘He called Joanne.’
‘Gerry called Joanne?’
‘Yep. A few days before O’Brian was killed.’
‘Jesus Christ, Carla, when did you find that out?’
‘Yesterday?’
Nell stared at her. ‘Are you kidding?’
‘No. I was hoping it was a coincidence.’
Nell didn’t bother to reply. Flicking her cigarette into the road, she turned to go. ‘Come on, we need to tell Bremer.’
Nell nodded for Paul to join them as the team gathered by Carla’s desk.
‘Go on,’ she said. Carla relayed her theory about Gerry and Joanne. She clocked Bremer staring hard at her as she spoke.
‘This phone call Gerry made to her. When exactly did you find that?’
‘About two minutes before I walked in the door,’ Nell said before Carla could reply. ‘That’s why we went for a cigarette break, trying to work how it all fits.’
Bremer looked satisfied with the reply. ‘So we now think Mary is the main suspect for Connor, and Gerry and Joanne are linked to her?’
‘Looks that way, yes,’ Nell said.
‘You brought Joanne in, didn’t you? Let’s go and ask her.’
‘The custody sergeant refused to book her. Said there wasn’t enough evidence.’
‘So where is she now?’
‘On her way home, I imagine.’
‘Jesus.’
‘But the husband’s tucked up downstairs,’ Paul pointed out.
‘Yeah, but he’s not going to land her in it, is he? Not after everything they’ve been through.’
‘I’m not sure Joanne will know anything anyway,’ Carla said. ‘I’ve checked and checked, but there are no calls to Joanne and Gerry from the same number. Which you would expect if Mary was in contact with them. I’d have seen a pattern, a triangle of calls, if you like. But there just isn’t one.’
‘Are we any closer to finding out where Mary is?’ Bremer spoke quickly, his face one of measured concern.
‘No. When she left Portsmouth she disappeared and left no trace that I can find. It’s like she disappeared into thin air.’
‘What if we’re on the wrong track?’ Nell said. She went to the board and picked up a pen. ‘Mary disappears in 1984. From Portsmouth,’ she wrote as she spoke. ‘Eve’s HR file says she was in Portsmouth at this time, but we can find no record of her there. The next time we get a record of Eve is when she went to university, right?’ She looked at Carla, who nodded. Nell looked at them all to see if they got where she was going. They didn’t.
‘What if Mary is really Eve?’
‘And that would mean Joanne has been right all along about Eve deliberately fitting her up?’ Carla started to speak quickly. ‘She approached Gerry and he told Eve, who wanted to get rid of her because—’