Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
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- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
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‘He had an injury to his head. The injury suggests it wasn’t an accident.’
Carla could see Bremer was choosing his words carefully, but it did little to soften them.
‘I killed him, didn’t I?’ she said to Carla. ‘Even if I didn’t do it myself, I may as well have.’
‘No, Gloria, you didn’t kill him.’
‘But I must know the person who did, or how would they know to contact me? I can’t think of anyone who would kill a person.’
Carla thought she probably did, but let it go. ‘Have you noticed anyone hanging around recently, anyone you haven’t recognised?’
‘No.’ Gloria looked desperate. ‘No one.’
‘Do you know anyone called Mary?’
‘No!’ Her voice was rising and Carla believed her. Bremer gave her a look that said they needed to get going.
‘See you tomorrow, Gloria.’ She really hoped Gloria would recognise the woman in the CCTV, because the other explanation was far worse, yet it was one she kept coming back to – who would have known about the death of Connor’s baby, and then had access to the resources to connect Connor to Gloria’s flat, other than a police officer? And if it was an officer, Carla didn’t even want to start thinking of who it could be.
Twenty-four
They met in the office for a debrief. Nell picked up the desk fan and directed it at the base of her neck. Every item of clothing stuck to her and she didn’t dare to reveal her armpits because there wasn’t a deodorant invented that could fight this heat.
‘I want to let Kelly-Anne go.’
Nell lowered the fan and stared at Bremer. ‘Why? We haven’t done a second interview yet. Eve said she killed the baby and I think she saw him do it, so either way she’s involved. And we haven’t had enough phone data back yet to see if she’s also involved in Connor’s death.’
Bremer turned to Carla. ‘How long for the phone intel?’
‘It was a category-two request, so should be back tomorrow.’
‘Couldn’t you have run it as category one?’ Nell snapped, brushing off the warning look from Paul.
‘How? There was no threat to life. Connor was already dead.’
Nell knew Carla was right.
‘Can’t we hold her until tomorrow then?’ Nell had given Kelly-Anne the benefit of the doubt once before and Connor had turned up dead. She didn’t want to make that mistake again.
‘It’s no longer open for discussion, Nell.’
‘I respectfully disagree with this decision, sir.’
‘Noted. I’m going to let the custody sergeant know she’s free to go, then how about a wind-down in the pub? I think we all deserve it, don’t you?’
Nell couldn’t think of anything worse, but when Paul gave an enthusiastic response she knew she’d look sulky if she refused.