Even for a twenty-first century media tycoon, it was an outrageous lie. He was a frog-like fellow poured into an Bruce Oldfield suit, a prominent supporter of good causes who made a fortune from sado-masochistic porn, a caring father of five whose energetic flings with blonde weather forecasters and game show presenters kept gossip columns in business. His opening gambit had been to offer to commission an article about Crippen’s erotic inner life for a sum larger than most mid-list authors received for a hundred thousand word novel. ‘I’m loyal too. I liked Jazz Delahaye and that’s why I kept her on for so long. Despite everything. That it should end like this is an utter tragedy. A terrible accident.’‘An accident?’ Nic repeated softly.Not accident, not even really suicide, but murder. Murder by someone who was desperate. Someone who would not give up. Someone who couldn’t give up.‘Yes, yes, of course. A cry for attention gone wrong…’ Mickey frowned. ‘I’m sure Jazz would never mean to harm herself.’‘She worked for you for a long time, I gather.’‘I realised when I first took her on that she was a good editor.
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