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Christopher opened the boot.

And there he lay, trussed up with rope, shivering.

in the chill night air.

His bruised, half -naked body, a grotesque tangle of limbs in the cramped

He looked up at Christopher.

His expression, abject.

Not pleading.

Not anymore.

Hope was gone. He simply wanted it to end.

Don't worry.

It'll soon be over, he whispered. Almost tenderly.

Instantly, he was carried away down the fast, swirling current towards the

shimmering ribbon of moonlight that dipped and darted over the water's

until finally a cloud drifted across the face of the moon, and he was consumed

by darkness.

Two minutes.

Hiya, boss.

Hey, Julie.

No. Sorry.

It's still not working.

I'll just have to phone some authorisation.

Sure. No worries.

Everything okay?

I would like a medium steak, please.

Excuse me, but where are the toilets?

May I see? Sorry about this card fraud thing this morning. What card fraud

thing? Coming on, though, eh? What?

French. Oh, yeah, well, yeah, well, you know, I've had more time.

No? That sounds really good, sir.

When do you actually take possession?

Eh, go down to Brittany at the beginning of the month, see if no tear and get

the keys.

Fantastic. Yeah, it's a bit of a dream come true, actually.

My very own Pierre de Terre in France.

Roll on retirement, eh? You wish.

Anyway. The, er, the arrest this morning at the phone shop?

Looks like we might have got a break in the Melville murder case, sir. The

Melville case?

Yeah, you know, the guy who was found dead in the river three years back near

you. The question was rhetorical, Robbie. I'm no senile yet.

What about it?

Stuart. The cop owner had a pile of mobile phones in the back shop.

Her address and serial number. Turns out one belonged to the late James

Melville. How did he explain it?

He swears he knows nothing about it. Says he hoovers up cartloads of the

off eBay.

I checked.

And he's got a full transaction history.

And there's a seller ID for the phone.

Brian McFarlane.

He's got a work address too.

Right. You two finish up with Mr. Phone Shop.

Sure, now I'll go see this McFarlane guy.

Eh, who's jurisdiction this time?

Ours. No more country cops angry for the big time.

Can we do that, sir?

Watch me.

A tutelare.

It's meant to be.

It's a reflection on the formative tensions between the neoclassical and

modernist in Glasgow's architecture.

Fascinating.

How long have you worked here, Brian?

How do you know my name?

It's on your lapel.

I'm DCI Burke.

You sold a phone two years ago on eBay.

I might have. You did. We've got the details here.

Also, it was stolen.

Well, I didn't steal it. The phone belonged to a dead man named James

He was murdered three years ago.

Murdered? That's right, Brian.

Murdered. So where did you get it?

Well, somebody gave me it. Honest. Who gave it to you? Told me it was a spare

phone. Who?

We can discuss this further down the station.

No. No.

It was... It was actually one of my lecturers at the university.

Name and department.

We'll look into this, Mr MacFarlane.

Then we could well be back in touch.

Okay.

So do you think he did it?

Oh, definitely.

Robbie, I need you and Jackie to check someone out for me.

Macbeth was a magnificent creation, but it was with Hamlet that Mr Shakespeare

truly excelled himself.

This was the ultimate in betrayal.

revenge, incest, moral bankruptcy, just like

Hollyoaks. But there's more.

Ghosts, murder, madness, suicide.

And at the end, a bloodbath that even Tarantino would find excessive.

That, however, is for next week.

I thank you for your attention

Brian McFarlane said that he got the phone from you.

I'm sorry.

I have a very vague recollection of this.

It was two years ago.

Was it your own phone?

No.

So where did it come from?

I honestly can't remember.

Very often phones and other things get left in tutorial rooms by students and

they're never claimed. It was probably that.

Excuse my asking, but why are you interested in a stolen phone from two

ago?

We've been tracking a major criminal gang for some time now.

It's all part of a bigger picture of fraud and identity theft.

That sounds like dangerous work.

Oh, it can be.

But you never know what to expect.

Sometimes you can find yourself in security. The phone is just a small

the jigsaw, if you like.

I see. Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help.

If you do remember anything, Miss Reed, feel free to give us a call.

Oh, of course.

Thanks.

Oh.

Is this the guy who was with you when we met?

Yes, Mark lectures on our creative writing course. He's very popular with

students. Mark Joffe.

Never heard of him.

He's new.

One of the rising stars of the British novel.

Really? Should I buy it?

Please, take one.

Oh.

Thanks very much.

I enjoy a good book.

Okay.

We best be off.

What?

I thought I'd better get out of there before you ask her on a date.

Come on, it's technique. Get him relaxed. We'll talk more.

You were chatting her up. Hey, can I help it if she was coming on to me? Aye,

your dream.

So, what did we find out?

Not a lot, but she did seem a bit nervous.

Should we bring her in?

Lean a bit hard?

No.

All circumstances so far, let's bide our time.

Here, I'll have a read there.

Sir, Chief Inspector Wilson from the Ayrshire Division is in your office

for you. Oh, for Christ's sake, who told him?

Well, when I find him, I will phone detail his procedure to post him on our

network. Wonderful.

Charlie, how are you?

Matt, I'm very well, thank you. Please, sit down. Sit down.

Sir, we've a break in the Melville case then.

Maybe. Too soon to say for sure.

You got the details?

Yeah. Good.

Well, we'll keep you posted of any further developments.

Matt, it's still my case.

Charlie, Melville's body was found in your patch.

But this new lead has surfaced in Glasgow.

The dead man was from Glasgow.

That puts the ball back in our court.

Nonetheless, it is still my case. A case you never cracked.

A case where every avenue was explored.

Every dead end double -checked. We just didn't get a break.

Until now.

All right, let's set some ground rules.

I'm leading this investigation.

It's your turn to be an observer.

And if that doesn't suit you, Charlie, you can take it upstairs.

I don't care.

That's the deal.

Matt, I think it's time that we put egos aside, don't you?

The important thing here is that the killer is caught and the case is closed.

Fine.

Good, then.

Hey. Hey. I just got an email from my agent.

Apparently, the publisher wants to go ahead with the second edition and...

They want me to go to the Frankfurt Book Fair to promote it. Oh, that's

wonderful.

Keeps going like that. It's probably after the dump election.

Admit the adulation.

You're right, the worst.

So, have you been found out?

Please.

Do you remember giving me a mobile phone once?

You said it was an old one. Maybe I could pass it on to a student.

Maybe, yeah.

Well, in any case, I did give it to a student who then sold it on eBay.

Not a surprise.

No. But the police have got a hold of it and they're saying it's a stolen phone

and it's to do with a fraud gang or something.

Really?

Weird.

Did you tell them you got it from me?

Oh, I didn't. I just... Good girl.

Throw them a false trail.

I mean, I didn't want to get you involved.

Why? Are they hassling you?

No. I just told them I found it lying around and, yeah, they seemed happy with

that. But that's true.

It wasn't a spare one of mine. It was one I found just lying around the campus

somewhere. Do you remember?

No, not really.

But I'll take your word for it.

Anyway, enough already.

Go and get me a coffee.

Yes, ma 'am.

What we have to acknowledge is that so far, all of this is purely

circumstantial. There's a chink of light in the case, but no more.

Where's Jackie?

I don't know, boss. I left her in the canteen.

Right. Well, let's take them one by one.

Phyllis Wade.

Yeah, she's a... University professor.

Seems unlikely that she would be involved in anything like this. What,

poised to be a killer?

No, but not strong enough to manhandle a 13 -stone man into a river.

Unless she had help, or she was an accomplice.

Yeah, so what about this boy McFarlane at the art gallery?

Never mind that.

What about this guy Joffey?

Who's Joffey? And where have you been, Jackie?

Reading Mr Joffey's book.

He's a writer we met at the university today.

Jackie, I told you... Are you with me, sir?

How did James Melville die?

Well, no murder weapon or weapons was ever found, but he'd be badly beaten,

there was a rope around his hands hanging loose, and they found marks on

neck which seemed to indicate that the rope had been part of a noose.

That would have had the effect of slow strangulation.

Every time he moved his hands, the noose would have tightened. Yes, but due to

decomposition, the pathologist was never sure if it was that or drowning was the

true cause of death.

In other words, he might have been alive when he went into the river. That was a

possibility. Where is this going, Jackie?

On page 27 of this book, there's a murder that's almost identical to the

you've just described.

Well, we're all agreed it's macabre.

Was it worth taking seriously?

Jackie?

Yeah, I think so.

I mean, let's look at what we know.

One, the mobile phone of the murder victim James Melville is discovered.

Two, we learn that it's sold by some student geek, Brian McFarlane.

Three, we further learn that he got it from his lecturer, Phyllis Wade, who

apparently found it lying around a university somewhere.

And four, Phyllis Wade's colleague is this writer.

So what do we think?

Well, why would anyone choose to incriminate themselves?

Arrogance. Conceit.

You think you've got away with something, maybe you want to flaunt it?

book isn't proof.

It's whether we can link Joffey to the victim, Melville.

Charlie, was there ever any connection with this guy, Joffey?

Definitely not. I'd never heard of him until now.

Can I ask a question, sir?

No. Was the killer's method ever made public?

You know, you're right.

It never was.

We never went to the press with it. I think we should bring him in for

questioning. No, no, let's not get carried away. No, no, no, I'm not

carried away. I just think we've got enough to bring him in for questioning.

I go back to what I was saying earlier. This is all circumstantial.

The burden of proof remains with us.

You give me one hour alone in a room with him and I'll give you all the proof

you need.

We need to go back to basics here.

Stuart, start digging into Joffrey's background. See if you can find out

raising any alarm bells.

We should also go back and see Melville's widow. What about this

Phyllis Wade? Now, we've got to see a clue to have just now because of our

connection with Joffrey. It's too risky.

So you and Jackie, go and see Mrs Melville. Oh, for God's sake. It's all

original statement.

I mean, Mrs Melville couldn't help us then. I don't know how she's going to

us now. We're just wasting time.

A word in my office, DCI Wilson.

Don't ever contradict me in front of my officers again.

That's fair enough, I was out of order.

I just think we've got an opportunity here. To do what?

Make complete fools of ourselves?

This guy writes about a murder, so he must have done it. All I'm saying is if

bring him in, we might find out.

You, DCI Wilson.

In your capacity as observer, I'm not going to do anything.

This is my jurisdiction, remember?

And I'm not taking this anywhere near the fiscal until I have concrete

corroborative evidence.

Do we understand each other?

Yes.

Mrs Melville?

Yes? V .I .D.

Is it about June?

Has there been an arrest?

Can we come in?

So, what's happened?

Your husband's mobile phone has been found.

Who had it?

The guy who said that he got it on eBay.

So you have made an arrest?

Eh, no, we can't at this stage.

So... Why are you here?

Well, we're a new team on this case and we just want to make sure that nothing

was missed the first time round.

Is that your daughter?

Yes.

Chloe was born eight months after James disappeared.

I'm sorry to ask you this, Mrs Melville, but did you have a good relationship

with your husband before he disappeared?

I suspected he was having an affair.

Did you tell the police at the time?

Yes, but nothing came of it.

Did you confront your husband?

No.

You see, I wanted a baby and I... I stopped taking contraception without his

knowledge.

I thought a baby might be the thing that would bring us back together.

Oh, hi, my name's Gavin Anderson, and I'm doing a piece for Times Out magazine

about the author Mark Joffe.

I understand that you were one of the tutors at university.

So, did you think he'd make the grade as a writer?

Yep.

And how was he in class?

Was he outspoken or was he introverted?

Any dedication?

Yes, to my niece, Angela.

There you go.

Thanks.

When did you start writing the book? Oh, the idea has been around for ages, but

I probably got going about two years ago.

Right. Thanks again.

I don't know what I can tell you that I didn't tell your colleague yesterday.

I just want to clear up one or two points.

Such as?

This mobile phone business.

Not again.

I really don't know how I can help.

Isn't it more of a question for the people you've arrested for fraud?

Ah.

Murder takes precedence over fraud.

Murder? Don't you know?

Know what?

This phone originally belonged to a murder victim.

What? How well do you know Mark Joffe?

What's Mark got to do with this?

This new book of his, it's, uh...

Strange stuff, isn't it, eh?

Perhaps, but quite brilliant.

So, what about him as a person?

He's a valued colleague and much liked by the students. Why are you interested

in Mark?

I think I should explain why I'm really here.

Oh, but before I do, I have to have your assurance that what I say doesn't go

beyond these four walls.

Of course.

Well, he seemed plausible enough, but then again, how often have we said that?

Stuart, how's it going?

Spoke to a couple of people that were at university with Joffrey. I don't think

he could have got a better report if he'd done it himself.

What about the widow?

Well, she told us she suspected her husband of having an affair.

Had said as much to the first investigation team.

Yeah, I looked back on her statements and she did mention it, but there was no

follow -up.

Speaking of which, where is Wurzel Gummidge?

Oh, he went out about an hour ago. I don't know where to.

Probably the taffy hawking.

Right, tomorrow I want you all to troll through the case file.

This alleged affair of Melville's could be a vital lead.

Let's see if there's anything in the file that's been overlooked.

Mark, it's me.

We need to talk.

No, not on the phone.

Come to my office after classes.

Okay.

The police were back this afternoon.

Really?

A different detective.

Mark.

I don't know how to say this.

What?

What is it?

That mobile phone.

It belonged to a murder victim in an unsolved case.

What?

A man called James Melville who was murdered three years ago.

Jesus.

It gets worse.

What do you mean?

They've read your book.

They now regard you as a psychopath.

This is a joke, right?

No, I'm afraid it isn't. Yes, it is.

What the hell are you talking about?

This is insane!

They're saying the method of killing in the book is very similar to the real

murder.

That's absurd.

There must have been about a million people murdered like that. It's a phone,

Mark. They think it's more than a coincidence that it turned up at the

university. You didn't tell them I'd found it.

No, no.

But I'm worried.

I've lied to the police. Never mind that.

This doesn't make sense.

Why is he coming and telling you all this?

He made me promise to keep it to myself.

No.

He doesn't expect you'll do that.

This is a tactic.

He knows you'd come and tell me. He wants to... He's trying to flush us out

something.

Flush us out?

He wants to see how we'll react.

I have to ask you.

Oh, Phyllis.

Phyllis.

They've poisoned you.

I'm sorry, Mark. I take it back. I'm truly sorry. Really, I am. Look at me.

Look at me.

No, it's okay. I take it back.

Phyllis.

Look at me.

I had nothing to do with it.

It's fiction, remember?

I know.

I know.

Why are they doing this to you?

Well, they're not getting away with it.

We're going on the attack.

Sir,

have you seen the papers?

No, why?

I don't think you're going to like this.

It's a police assault and artistic expression, said attractive redhead

professor Phyllis Wade, 41.

She went on to give a damning indictment of how the PC Plod put two and two

together and came up with five.

She said that Mr Joffrey, a lecturer in her department, was in a state of shock

that his murderous fable was being treated as reality.

I even got my very own name check in here next to Charlie Bloody Wilson.

Have you seen this?

Matt, I... Can I ask you, as one PC Plod to another, what in God's name he

thought you were doing?

Well, you said yourself that you thought she was hiding something.

So I thought... Well, I thought... When I thought if I was to push her, then she

might crack. She went to pieces, didn't she, Charlie?

She wiped the bastard floor with us!

OK, thanks.

Sorry.

That was Assistant Chief Constable Strathairn's office.

He wants to see you.

And DCI Wilson.

Stay away.

I'm the president of the Students' Union for this morning. Table of debate for

this week.

Can art survive in a police state?

They're right behind you. Thanks, Julie. You did really well with the

newspapers. Well, that's how Lloyd Guy worries. He doesn't care about us. He

just wants a juicy story.

Well, he got what he wanted, but then so did we.

It's all going to be fine.

I hope so.

Go on, they're waiting.

Bye.

We've been working hard at public relations in this force.

I'd say that puts us back, oh, ten years.

So, apart from a mobile phone and a passage in a book, is there anything

remotely resembles evidence?

No, sir.

Not yet.

With officers of your experience, I shouldn't have to do this.

But can I just remind you both that we deal in facts, not fiction or

It was an error of judgement on my part, sir, for which I take full

responsibility.

So do you intend to pursue this line of inquiry?

This mess, notwithstanding, sir, I still feel that we should, yes.

And what do you base that on?

My gut instinct tells me that we're on to something.

In that case, can I have your assurance?

that your instinct won't be confused with concrete facts before further

is taken.

Yes, sir.

Of course.

Sure.

Thanks,

Matt. Don't get too grateful, Charlie. I didn't do it for you.

I did it to draw a line under your involvement in this case.

Give my regards to the country, cousins.

We put one foot wrong now and I'll be a full -time onion Johnny before you can

see all the work Patron.

What about DCI Wilson?

He took the early retirement option.

Well, we're getting someone with Melville's mystery lover. Take a look at

Emails from his computer.

To the username Pandora, a webmail address.

Now, there's quite a few of them and they're all about arranging places to

Who are they, Santa?

Stuart Santa.

We don't know yet. We can't get into this Pandora's account.

I sent them over to our IT boys.

They're trying to hack into the encryption right now.

Hey. Hi.

Got my new timetable?

Er... Yeah.

Are you okay?

Look.

Joffrey has blood on his hands. Be careful you're not the next victim.

Anonymous sender. Crank.

I suppose we can expect that from now and ignore it.

It still worries me.

Lying to the police about the phone.

Are you going to grasp on me?

No. Of course not.

I'm joking.

Come on, lighten up.

Sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Thank you.

Chill, okay?

See you later.

But the IP boys have got an eye down on Melville's lover.

Yep, her name's Anne Skula. Lives in a cottage at the back of Beyond.

Good. Let's check her out.

Sir, that was reception.

Mark Doffey's here to see you. Well, well.

He's ploughed thickens. Shall I bring him to your office?

No, I'll see him upstairs.

Keep him waiting.

And, uh, sure.

Get me a sonographer.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Joffrey.

Detective Chief Inspector Burke.

Wow.

It was well worth the wait.

This is just how I imagined it. Dark, claustrophobic, intimidating.

It's even got the unseen eyes looking on. Very Kafkaesque.

Please, take a seat.

So, how can I help you?

Do I need your help?

I think you do, yes.

And why would that be?

You seem to have trouble distinguishing fact from fiction.

You don't want to believe everything you read in the papers.

It's a common misconception, people confusing the character with the author.

It's funny, but I don't feel confused.

But then maybe that's because I think they're the facts.

Well, as Nietzsche said, there are no facts.

Only interpretations.

That's why he never made detective.

Took up philosophy instead.

I know what you're doing to Phyllis.

It's a classic police tactic.

Undermine her. Make her feel guilty of something.

Apply the right kind of psychological pressure and she'll end up believing it

herself.

Gosh.

I didn't realise we were so clever.

The email you sent Phyllis wasn't so clever, though.

What email would that be?

I'm not here to defend myself.

Plenty of others are doing that for me right now, but I will not stand by and

watch a colleague's reputation being torn apart.

How noble.

It's interesting for me, as a writer, how you want to be part of the

to change the story to suit your own needs.

Funny you should say that, because I have, in fact, been working on a rewrite

my own.

Please excuse my amateur scribblings, this is just a rough draft.

I thought maybe you could give it a final polish and just, I don't know,

autograph the bottom for me.

A confession?

Well, I'd say that you've already done that, in a way. This is just to make it

official. This really is pathetic.

It needs more what, then?

You.

are a contemptible little man.

Well, if he's not our killer, then we're all back at the beat we need to.

Try the back.

I'm Schooler.

It's okay.

You're all right.

I'm a police officer.

Sir, there's something for you.

Charlie, I thought I made it clear. It's okay, Matt.

I know the deal. I'll be gone in a minute. Just hear me out.

What is it?

When the case was new, we posted details up on the Crimewatch website, OK,

asking for information.

So I decided to go back and look at the responses.

And? Someone replied from Prague.

There was another from Madrid. There was one from Vilnius, Lithuania, for

Christ's sake. Well, that's the internet for you, Charlie.

Smart arses with plenty to say and most of it's shite. Aye. Well, I decided to

trust my gut instincts this time. So I took the dates of the hits on the

and I cross -checked them with the university records of Joffrey's

at conferences abroad.

All the hits on the website matched up with Joffrey's stays in those countries.

That bastard's been trying to rewrite the story all along.

Yeah. What was in the emails?

Well, they were all variations of the same theme. The cops are dumb.

They wouldn't get a conviction unless they found the murder weapon.

Good work, Charlie.

Thank you.

Yes, I had a relationship with James Melville.

And when did your relationship end?

A couple of months before he was murdered.

Do you know something about James Melville's murder?

Were you an accomplice, is that it? No.

You don't understand.

Well, Anne, why don't you help us, too?

I was forced to end my relationship with James.

Forced?

By who?

A man called Mark Joffe.

And what hold to death Mark?

Joffrey have over you?

I had a relationship with Mark about four years ago.

We had a very nasty break -up. In what way?

He was very jealous.

Always accusing me of flirting.

In public, he was perfectly charming.

And it got to where I was terrified.

I moved to Edinburgh to get away from him.

But around this time...

I thought I'd seen James.

And did Mark Joffrey know about this?

Yeah.

Mark turned up on my doorstep, screaming at me, asking me how did I feel about

fucking a married man.

So did you tell James Melville what Joffrey was doing?

No.

Mark had me too scared.

So I broke it off with James.

A couple of weeks later, I found out James had been found in a river.

Murdered.

I was hysterical.

I called Mark and accused him, but he just laughed at me.

You knew all of that.

And you didn't tell the police. A man had been murdered.

I had my reasons.

What? Did he threaten you?

No, not me.

My daughter, Martha.

In that same call, he said to me, if I ever breathed a word of this to anyone,

he'd kill Martha.

Well, this is all progress.

There's still not enough to justify us making an arrest.

Sir, just did a call.

Jobby's in the news.

What?

So you're saying the police tried to force you to sign a confession?

What they do, Mike.

is create an atmosphere of intimidation, a tactic we're all now familiar with

from Guantanamo Bay.

Chief Inspector Burke has said, I have, in effect, already confessed, so why

don't I just make it official? He is acting as my judge, jury and

So what's the next step for you, Mr Joffrey, in trying to clear your name? I

will be taking legal advice, but there is every chance I will be suing the

police for defamation.

It's the least I can do.

Shit! Yeah, it's weird. He really thinks he's invincible, doesn't he?

So what now, sir?

Joffrey came to see me for a reason.

I think he was afraid his cover was going to be blown.

Now, who might do that?

Afternoon, Miss Wade.

Yeah? DPI Buck, or PC Plod, to you.

What now?

You surprised me this week, so I thought I'd return the compliment.

You sure this is advisable? The hotline to your journalist friends. Yes, well,

they might be interested to hear my news.

See, I've been thinking about things about how you defended Joffrey and being

his champion and all. I ask myself, why would anybody go to such extraordinary

lengths, risk their own reputation?

Some of us do care about justice.

And then it came to me in a blinding flash.

She's in love with him. Of course.

A woman of a certain age grateful for a younger lover.

And we all know how love can be blind.

Yes, I'm in love with Mark, and I don't care who knows it.

But that doesn't alter the fact that he's being victimised.

Whose idea was it to go to the press in the first place?

Yours or his?

Yeah. I thought so.

He's been playing you all along.

Rubbish. You're just trying to put a spin on this, to obscure the fact that

being persecuted.

Would you like to hear about some of the women that he's persecuted in the past?

About how we have it on record that he threatened to kill the daughter of his

-girlfriend? That was after he found out she was having an affair with James

Melville. You know?

The same James Melville that was murdered.

But let's not confuse fact with fiction, eh?

I've got to go.

I need to remember.

Yeah, I'll mark you. Come here.

Call me.

I will.

Yeah, I know you will.

Night. Night -night.

So now you know he's been two -timing you, your memory suddenly improves.

It's about trust.

I believed he was telling the truth about that phone.

Funny how you can talk about trust and truth, and yet you lied to us.

I loved him and wanted to protect him.

I told you.

You were blind to him.

You had me pilloried in the press.

You put my job on the line.

And while you were giving it big licks about the Philistine police force and a

whole other bunch of liberal bullshit, lover boy was getting away with murder.

I'm sorry.

Sorry's not good enough.

Mark. Phyllis.

What's wrong?

The police have been questioning me again.

Fucking hell! Will they never give up?

I thought my TV appearance would finish it.

What did they want this time?

They've been back to the scene of the crime.

They're lying.

The paper said no one knew for sure where the guy was murdered.

Well, the... the area where he was found or something.

They say they're combing it once more tomorrow and... searching for something

at... Might have been overlooked in the original investigation.

Why should I worry about that? I'm in the clear, remember?

Of course.

I know.

Phyllis.

They're getting to you.

It's all bluff.

Take it easy.

You think so?

I know so.

Look, I'll ask you to stay over tonight, but I'm up to my ear for now, so... Oh,

that's all right. Don't worry. Listen, go home, have a hot bath, and a large

gin, and you'll be fine.

Okay.

Okay, I'll do that.

I'll see you tomorrow. Hey.

Love it.

Good night.

She's coming back to you.

It's all right, Miss Wade.

It's all right.

You've done well.

He's on his way.

In the days that followed, Christopher scanned the newspapers daily.

It was almost a week before the press reported the discovery of a body in a

local river.

In the article, a policeman said that despite decomposition, there were signs

that pointed to foul play.

A wry smile played across his lips as he read foul play.

That wonderful euphemism landing a gentile air to the monstrous scope of

depravity.

As the weeks and months went by, and with the police floundering and the

investigation going nowhere, Christopher took secret pride in the newspaper's

description of what they called the perfect crime.

But his sense of satisfaction was fleeting when he realized that no one

ever really know the full extent of his ingenuity.

Well, Mr. Joffrey, the cleverness finally caught up with you.

All you had to do was sit tight and watch us blunder on.

But you couldn't do that, could you?

Your arrogance wouldn't let you.

Fact and interpretation's my arse.

All right, Charlie.

Booker.

Black Joffrey, I'm arresting you for the murder of James Melville.

You have the right to remain silent, but everything you do say will be noted and

may be used as evidence.

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