Chapter 57
Which means,” says Chris Hudson, “that the fentanyl must have been administered by someone who was there that morning. So, one way or another, we already know our killer. Today, we work on a full list of everyone who was there, which won’t be easy, but the sooner we have it, the sooner we’ll have the killer.
And who knows, maybe Tony Curran’s killer too.
Unless Ventham killed Curran and this was retaliation. ”
Donna chances a quick peek out the briefing room window.
Her uniformed colleague Mark is putting on a bicycle helmet, perfectly complementing his morose expression.
Donna sips her tea—Murder Squad tea—and thinks about suspects.
She thinks about Father Mackie. What do they really know about him?
Then she thinks about the Thursday Murder Club.
They were all there, all surrounding Ventham at one point or another.
She could imagine them each, in their own particular way, being a murderer—hypothetically, anyway.
But actually? She couldn’t see it. They would certainly have a view, though.
Donna should probably head over and see them.
“In the meantime,” continues Chris, opening another folder, “I have some other fun jobs for you. Ian Ventham was not a popular man. His business dealings were complicated and wide reaching, and his phone has revealed a list of affairs, which must have been pretty tiring for him. Tell your loved ones they won’t be seeing much of you for a while. ”
Loved ones. Donna thinks about her ex Carl, then realizes she hasn’t thought about him for a good forty-eight hours, which is a new record.
Though she has thought about him now, which spoils it a little.
She realizes, though, that soon she won’t have thought about him for ninety-six hours, and then a week, and before you know it, Carl will just seem like a character from a book she once read.
Really, why had she left London? What happens when these murders are solved and she’s back in uniform?
“And the rest of you, no let-up on the Tony Curran case. The two could be connected; we can’t rule it out.
We still need the speed camera info. I particularly want to know if Ian Ventham’s car was on that road that afternoon.
I need to know where Bobby Tanner is, and I need to know who took that photograph.
And I still need the information on the phone number that called Curran. ”
Which reminds Donna of a little hunch she has been meaning to check.