Suspicious Minds (Harry Devlin Book 2)
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Harry Devlin is in trouble. The wife of his best client, Jack Stirrup, has vanished and the police suspect foul play. Stirrup claims she's still alive, but Harry wonders if he has something to hide. When Stirrup's daughter and her boyfriend go missing, Harry finds himself hunting a brutal murderer...
This special eBook edition contains a range of extras, including:
- An Introduction by Val McDermid
- The Making of Suspicious Minds
- Meet Martin Edwards
- Martin Edwards: An Appreciation
- Preview Chapter of 'I Remember You'
“Thought the chicken salad sounded too clean living to be true. See you around, Columbo.” As the door closed behind the big man, Harry turned back to Jonah and gave him a brief account of the events of the past couple of days. “So step-mother and step-daughter are both nowhere to be found,” he concluded. “Coincidence? Hard to believe. But not impossible. Do you have any ideas?” Deegan scratched his nose. “I saw them both on Friday. Stirrup at his office, the girl at the house.
wood set in the lawn, squeezed down a narrow chimney-like shaft and discovered something that would haunt them the rest of their lives. Propped against the sandstone wall, the earthly remains of Claire Stirrup. “Suppose I should be glad those kids found her when they did,” said Stirrup after a long silence. “At least the waiting’s over. Soon as she disappeared, I knew it meant trouble. And I knew I hadn’t killed her, despite what the police thought.” “You were never a serious suspect.”
forgot to tell you - you’ll need a good lawyer. I’ve called a man called Pike. He’ll be looking for you at the police station. He’s all right. His advice will be simple: say nothing. Okay?” He walked towards the detectives, not interested in any words of thanks. None of the wary faces of the men who had climbed out of the cars were familiar to him. In charge was a tall inspector, sandy-haired and supercilious. “Mr. Devlin? The name’s Swarbrook. Detective Inspector. I understand you
Tunnel. He put his foot down. No time like the present. He would go to Prospect House tonight and find out for himself whether Jack Stirrup was a killer or simply a crude hoaxer. Chapter Twenty-Six “I asked you last week if you thought I’d done away with Alison.” Jack Stirrup didn’t want to be overheard by the woman in the adjoining room, but his voice was husky with suppressed anger. “On the way to the Majestic. Remember?” “I remember,” said Harry. So long ago it seemed, a time
the senior clerk’s room, where the business of chambers was done. David Base stood by his desk, cradling a receiver against his neck and simultaneously tossing a peppermint up and down with his free hand whilst he assured an anxious solicitor that the papers being chased would be ready tomorrow. To back up his promise, a young girl at the opposite desk pounded an aged Remington with more gusto than skill. Valerie gave David the thumbs-up sign and gestured to Harry to deposit the papers he