Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
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- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
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Bremer was staring at her. ‘I’m also aware, after a bit of research, Gloria has a tendency to clam up in the face of authority, so a friendly female face might do a bit to assuage that.’ He cocked his head to one side. ‘Do you have a problem with that?’
Nell clenched her jaw and shook her head. ‘No, sir.’ Clearly her face wasn’t female or friendly enough.
Bremer stood. ‘And don’t be fooled by Kelly-Anne’s grieving-mother routine – she knows something and I want you to find out if there’s a connection between her and Gloria.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Nell could hear the irritation in her voice, but Bremer just flashed her a smile before looking down at Carla.
‘Get your coat,’ he said.
Nell’s boots squeaked on the polished floor as they walked to the interview room. She didn’t want to sit in a stuffy room interviewing a distraught mother; she wanted to be out there finding Connor’s murderer. But that seemed to have become Carla’s job.
‘I mean, have you ever heard of a civilian going out with a DCI to interview anyone?’ she said. ‘Let alone a potential murderer.’
‘Well, strictly speaking Gloria isn’t a suspect.’
Nell threw Paul a look. ‘Everyone is a suspect at this stage, you know that, Hare.’
‘Does it really bother you she went out with him?’
‘Yes, doesn’t it you?’ She couldn’t believe Paul didn’t get where she was coming from. An analyst visiting a suspect, witness, whatever – surely it broke some law, something that would get the case thrown out of court when they did catch the killer?
‘And what will the CPS say? They’ll have a field day.’
They came to a stop outside the room where Kelly-Anne Wilson was sitting, waiting for them. Paul’s hand was on the door handle, but he hesitated.
‘Got something to say, Hare?’
He pulled his hand away and leaned back against the wall. ‘Is your problem with Carla to do with that?’ He pointed at the scars that ran along Nell’s arm like tracks for a train.
Nell pulled her sleeve down.
‘Because it wasn’t her,’ he continued. ‘She isn’t responsible.’
‘Obviously I know that.’ She rubbed at her arm, trying not to see the man’s face.
‘Well, just so you know, it might be the reason why you feel resentful about Carla.’
‘Jesus. When did you become the force counsellor?’
Paul grinned and pushed himself away from the wall. ‘I’m a man of many talents is all.’
‘Yeah, right.’ She nodded to the door, pressing on her scars to stop the itch. ‘Let’s just do this, OK?’
‘Sure thing, boss.’ And with that he opened the door and they walked in to face Kelly-Anne.