Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
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- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
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- Forty-nine
- Fifty
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- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Fifty-nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-one
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- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Follow Merilyn online
- Dedication
Carla felt a rush of gratitude towards Bremer. Gloria was going to be in for a rough time of it and that money was going to help tide the small family over, especially after her clients got wind of police sniffing round.
‘How did they contact you? By phone?’ Carla asked, knowing the answer would be no; phones, like cheques, were traceable.
‘No, they left me a note.’
‘Where?’
‘It was just put through the letter box. I found it when I got home from picking up Billy.’
‘Do you still have it?’ Bremer asked. Gloria shook her head.
‘How did you reply to them?’
‘I didn’t. It just said if you want £500 then leave the key in the phone box.’
‘The phone box?’
‘Opposite the flat. They said they only needed it for one night. Said they’d leave the money in the phone box when they left.’
‘Did they say why they wanted to use the flat for one night only?’
Another shake of the head.
‘And you didn’t ask?’
‘No.’
‘So why was Connor there?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, if the flat was to be used by someone else, why let Connor stay?’
‘I got the note after he’d gone in, so I called him to tell him to get out.’ She looked at Carla. ‘Why didn’t he leave? Why did he stay, even though I said she’d be going over?’
Carla had no answer, but it was a good point: why had Connor remained in the flat even when he knew someone was arriving? Had the woman made contact with him? She made a note to chase Connor’s phone bill as soon as they were back in the office.
Bremer leaned forward. ‘Gloria, would you mind coming down to the station to view a CCTV tape, just to see if you recognise a woman on it?’
‘The station? Why the station?’
Bremer spoke calmly. ‘Because that’s where the CCTV tape is and it would help if you took a look at it for us. If the woman knew Connor was at the flat, it’s likely she had been following him, in which case you might have seen her without realising it.’
Gloria turned to Carla. ‘But Billy will be home soon and I’ve not got anyone to have him because Mum’s on nights.’
Bremer looked like he was going to insist and Carla felt another stab of guilt. God, there was a reason she’d taken a desk job, and this was it.
‘OK, Gloria. Nine a.m. at the station OK for you?’
Gloria looked as though she could cry with relief. ‘Yes, thank you.’
Walking them to the door, she asked, ‘How did he die?’ Her back was to them and Carla shook her head at Bremer.
‘We aren’t sure yet,’ he said.
Gloria spun round.
‘Then how do you know he was murdered?’