The good weather was holding, so they sat outside a Pizza Express in Crystal Palace. It was only ten minutes from the practice where Marina worked in South Norwood and Angie had been happy enough to drive up from Crawley. ‘Diary’s not exactly packed,’ she’d said on the pho...
Within a few minutes of meeting DI Peter – ‘call me Pete’ – Fraser, Thorne was convinced that the agent assigned by Silcox and Mullenger as his guide and liaison for the Spanish leg of the inquiry was probably not one of SOCA’s finest. ‘Welcome to the madhouse,’ Fraser sai...
Helen had told her that she needed to go – she was keen to get all the calls over with before anyone started asking about Stephen Mitchell – and Pascoe had said that she would call again in an hour. Then she’d said it, quickly. Stay strong. Where the hell had that come from? It sounded weird, odd...