Chapter Twenty-Four Steph gazed at the shelves in Tesco as she tried to manoeuvre the troublesome shopping trolley around the freshly waxed floor. There seemed to be new trollies everywhere but this one wasn’t playing ball and a dodgy wheel was adding to her tension. She couldn’t even remember what was left in the house to eat, she had been so busy at work. She picked up bags of pasta and sauce, always a saviour with the kids. The poor kids. Another thing that she felt guilty about. All this time away was only due to get worse as the case developed and how would that effect family life? Out of guilt she threw in another six pack of crisps but knew that wasn’t the long-term solution.She hurried through the frozen section. It was bloody cold enough outside without coming in here to be frozen too. The November rain was proving relentless and every type of yellow and orange warning was being spewed across the news. She remembered back to when she was growing up and it was either low pressure or high pressure. High pressure was good, wasn’t it? Dry or wet? Nowadays you seemed to have to have a Dulux colour card to see what type of day it was going to be.Liam, her husband, was being very understanding with the kids. He was a freelance architect and could work from home as he owned his own business. He knew how important this case was to her. Her first big chance to prove herself in front of the men. He encouraged her every time she had felt down or out of her depth. As she passed the drinks aisle she put in a bottle of wine for later. Maybe they could have one quiet evening this evening after the kids had gone to bed. That never seemed to happen as she was never “off”, constantly looking at her phone, knowing crime didn’t do nine to five.An old lady smiled at her in the toiletries section. A warm smile that made Steph think of how she would be at that age. Would she still be chasing criminals or would she be walking around Tesco smiling at the younger generation? As she got into the queue to pay for her shopping she thought again about Corcoran. She had given him a chance to be on her side and to come clean if he needed to but there was nothing happening. Why had he waited those two weeks to contact the police? There was something strange about his story all over. It didn’t fit right. Any other case of this type you would be on the side of the victim but for some reason, from the off, Steph and her colleagues looked on David as a suspect. Yet there was no evidence anywhere, including his house, to suggest he was guilty of something. She lifted butter and eggs onto the shopping conveyor belt, pausing as she did, different thoughts coming into her mind. He had said something about dropping the first payment into a bin. That could be something. She would ring Mattie from the car to see was there anything in this. Find out where it was perhaps. There may have been CCTV in the area, if it had happened at all. There it was again, this suspicion around Corcoran and everything he said.“Clubcard?”“Sorry?”“Do you have a Clubcard?”The young lad behind the desk broke her from her musings and she fumbled in her purse to give her card to him.“Sorry, miles away.”“No probs. Happens the best of us. Ah, you must be very busy; you look a bit frazzled. But in a good way.” He scanned her shopping and placed it at the far end for Steph to collect.She opened her bags in the trolley and smiled.“Not sure if that is a compliment or an insult. Some customer service technique you have.”He continued to scan her shopping looking straight ahead whilst speaking to her.“All part of the service. We like to look to the “inner” customer. To make sure you are ok in mind and body. And that you have everything you need for the fridge too.”Steph found herself laughing. When was the last time she had a bit of fun?“That’s very uplifting to know, that you care about everyone so much,” she said as she tapped her card on the bank machine to pay.“Well for a lovely lady such as yourself, it’s all free of charge. I’m finished here at eight.”Steph hauled her bags into a neat pile in the trolley and gave a look to the young lad who was no more than seventeen.“You’ll go a long way…. charmer.”Making her way outside she noticed it was milder now, but dark. The rain had stopped completely and the sky had cleared making the wet car park dazzle in the moonlight. As she lifted her bags into the boot, she remembered she needed to ring Cole and plan out for tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe, she would get a night of peace tonight to spend with her husband and children.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-One

Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

Chapter Fifty-Five

Chapter Fifty-Six

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty eight

Chapter Fifty nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty-One

Chapter Sixty-Two

Chapter Sixty-Three

Chapter Sixty-Four

Chapter Sixty-Five

Chapter Sixty-Six

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Chapter Sixty eight

Chapter Sixty Nine

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