The Secret Place

TANA FRENCH
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She came looking for me. Most people stay arms length away. A
patchy murmur on the tip-line, Back in 95 I saw, no name, click if
you ask. A letter printed out and posted from the wrong town, paper
and envelope dusted clean. If we want them, we have to go hunting.
But her: she was the one who came for me.
I didnt recognise her. I was up the stairs and heading for the
squad room at a bounce. May morning that felt like summer,
juicy sun spilling through the reception windows, lighting the
whole cracked-plaster room. A tune playing in my head, me
humming along.
I saw her, course I did. On the scraped-up leather sofa in the
corner, arms folded, crossed ankle swinging. Long platinum ponytail;
sharp school uniform, green-and-navy kilt, navy blazer. Someones
kid, I gured, waiting for Daddy to bring her to the dentist. The
superintendents kid, maybe. Someone on better money than me,
anyway. Not just the crest on the blazer; the graceful slouch, the cock
of her chin like the place was hers if she could be arsed with the
paperwork. Then I was past her quick nod, in case she was the
gaffers and reaching for the squad-room door.
I dont know if she recognised me. Maybe not. It had been six
years, shed been just a little kid, nothing about me stands out except
the red hair. She could have forgotten. Or she could have known me
right off, kept quiet for her own reasons.
She let our admin say, Detective Moran, theres someone to see
you, pen pointing at the sofa. Miss Holly Mackey.
Sun skidding across my face as I whipped around, and then: of
course. I shouldve known the eyes. Wide, bright blue, and some-
thing about the delicate arc of the lids: a cats slant, a pale jewelled
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girl in an old painting, a secret. Holly, I said, hand out. Hiya. Its
been a long time.
A second where those eyes didnt blink, took in everything about
me and gave back nothing. Then she stood up. She still shook hands
like a little girl, pulling away too quick. Hi, Stephen, she said.
Her voice was good. Clear and cool, not that cartoon squeal. The
accent: high-end, but not the distorted ugly-posh. Her dad wouldnt
have let her away with that. Straight out of the blazer and into
community school, if shed brought that home.
What can I do for you?
Lower: Ive got something to give you.
That left me lost. Ten past nine in the morning, all uniformed up:
she was mitching off, from a school that would notice; this wasnt
about a years-late thank-you card. Yeah?
Well, not here.
The eye-tilt at our admin said privacy. A teenage girl, you watch
yourself. A detectives kid, you watch twice as hard. But Holly
Mackey: bring in someone she doesnt want, and youre done for
the day.
I said, Lets nd somewhere we can talk.
I work Cold Cases. When we bring witnesses in, they want to
believe this doesnt count: not really a murder investigation, not a
proper one with guns and cuffs, nothing thatll slam through your life
like a tornado. Something old and soft, instead, worn fuzzy round the
edges. We play along. Our main interview room looks like a nice
dentists waiting room. Squashy sofas, Venetian blinds, glass table of
dog-eared magazines. Crap tea and coffee. No need to notice the
video camera in the corner or the one-way glass behind one set of
blinds, not if you dont want to, and they dont. This wont hurt a bit,
sir, just a few little minutes and off you go home.
I took Holly there. Another kid would have been twitching all the
way, playing head tennis, but none of this was new on Holly. She
headed down the corridor like it was part of her gaff.
On the way I watched her. She was doing a grand job of growing
up. Average height, or a little under. Slim, very slim, but it was natural:
no starved look. Maybe halfway through getting her curves. No
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stunner, not yet anyway, but nothing ugly there no spots, no braces,
none of her face stuck on sideways and the eyes made her more
than another blonde clone, made you look twice.
A boyfriend whod hit her? Groped her, raped her? Holly coming
to me instead of to some stranger in Sex Crime?
Something to give you. Evidence?
She shut the interview-room door behind us, ick of her wrist and
a slam. Looked around.
I switched on the camera, casual push of the switch. Said, Have
a seat.
Holly stayed put. Ran a nger over the bald-patch green of the
sofa. This rooms nicer than the ones before.
Howre you getting on?
Still looking around the room, not at me. OK. Fine.
Will I get you a cup of tea? Coffee?
Shake of her head.
I waited. Holly said, Youve got older. You used to look like a
student.
And you used to look like a little kid who brought her doll to inter-
views. Clara, wasnt it? That turned her head my way. Id say weve
both got older, here.
For the rst time, she smiled. Little crunch of a grin, the same one
I remembered. It had had something pathetic in it, back then, it had
caught at me every time. It did again.
She said, Its nice to see you.
When Holly was nine, ten, she was a witness in a murder case.
The case wasnt mine, but I was the one shed talk to. I took her
statement; I prepped her to testify at the trial. She didnt want to
do it, did it anyway. Maybe her da the detective made her. Maybe.
Even when she was nine, I never fooled myself I had the measure
of her.
Same here, I said.
A quick breath that lifted her shoulders, a nod to herself, like
something had clicked. She dumped her schoolbag on the oor.
Hooked a thumb under her lapel, to point the crest at me. Said, I go
to Kildas now. And watched me.
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Just nodding made me feel cheeky. St Kildas: the kind of school
the likes of me arent supposed to have heard of. Never would have
heard of, if it wasnt for a dead young fella.
Girls secondary, private, leafy suburb. Nuns. A year back, two of
the nuns went for an early stroll and found a boy lying in a grove of
trees, in a back corner of the school grounds. At rst they thought he
was asleep, drunk maybe. Revved up to give him seven shades of
shite, nd out whose precious virtue hed been corrupting. The
full-on nun-voice thunder: Young man! But he didnt move.
Christopher Harper, sixteen, from the boys school one road and
two extra-high walls away. Sometime during the night, someone had
bashed his head in.
Enough manpower to build an ofce block, enough overtime to
pay off mortgages, enough paper to dam a river. A dodgy janitor,
handyman, something: eliminated. A classmate whod had a punch-
up with the victim: eliminated. Local scary non-nationals seen being
locally scary: eliminated.
Then nothing. No more suspects, no reason why Christopher
was on St Kildas grounds. Then less overtime, and fewer men, and
more nothing. You cant say it, not with a kid for a victim, but the
case was done. By this time, all that paper was in Murders base-
ment. Sooner or later the brass would catch some hassle from the
media and it would show up on our doorstep, addressed to the Last
Chance Saloon.
Holly pulled her lapel straight again. You know about Chris
Harper, she said. Right?
Right, I said. Were you at St Kildas back then?
Yeah. Ive been there since rst year. Im in fourth year now.
And left it at that, making me work for every step. One wrong
question and shed be gone, Id be thrown away: got too old, another
useless adult who didnt understand. I picked carefully.
Are you a boarder?
The last two years, yeah. Only Monday to Friday. I go home for
weekends.
I couldnt remember the day. Were you there the night it
happened?
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The night Chris got killed.
Blue ash of annoyance. Daddys kid: no patience for pussyfoot-
ing, or anyway not from other people.
The night Chris got killed, I said. Were you there?
I wasnt there there. Obviously. But I was in school, yeah.
Did you see something? Hear something?
Annoyance again, sparking hotter this time. They already asked
me that. The Murder detectives. They asked all of us, like, a thousand
times.
I said, But you could have remembered something since. Or
changed your mind about keeping something quiet.
Im not stupid. I know how this stuff works. Remember? She was
on her toes, ready to head for the door.
Change of tack. Did you know Chris?
Holly quieted. Just from around. Our schools do stuff together;
you get to know people. We werent close, or anything, but our gangs
had hung out together a bunch of times.
What was he like?
Shrug. A guy.
Did you like him?
Shrug again. He was there.
I know Hollys da, a bit. Frank Mackey, Undercover. You go at him
straight, hell dodge and come in sideways; you go at him sideways,
hell charge head down. I said, You came here because theres some-
thing you want me to know. Im not going to play guessing games I
cant win. If youre not sure you want to tell me, then go away and
have a think till you are. If youre sure now, then spit it out.
Holly approved of that. Almost smiled again; nodded instead.
Theres this board, she said. In school. A noticeboard. Its on the
top oor, across from the art room. Its called the Secret Place. If
youve got a secret, like if you hate your parents or you like a guy or
whatever, you can put it on a card and stick it up there.
No point asking why anyone would want to. Teenage girls: youll
never understand. Ive got sisters. I learned to just leave it.
Yesterday evening, me and my friends were up in the art room
were working on this project. I forgot my phone up there when we
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left, but I didnt notice till lights-out, so I couldnt get it then. I went
up for it rst thing this morning, before breakfast.
Coming out way too pat; not a pause or a blink, not a stumble.
Another girl, Idve called bullshit. But Holly had practice, and she
had her da; for all I knew, he took a statement every time she was
late home.
I had a look at the board, Holly said. Bent to her schoolbag,
ipped it open. Just on my way past.
And there it was: the hand hesitating above the green folder. The
extra second when she kept her face turned down to the bag, away
from me, ponytail tumbling to hide her. The nerves Id been watch-
ing for. Not ice-cream-cool and smooth right through, after all.
Then she straightened and met my eyes again, blank-faced. Her
hand came up, held out the green folder. Let go as soon as I touched
it, so quick I almost let it fall.
This was on the board.
The folder said Holly Mackey, 4L, Social Awareness Studies,
scribbled over. Inside: clear plastic envelope. Inside that: a thumb-
tack, fallen down into one corner, and a piece of card.
I recognised the face faster than Id recognised Hollys. He had
spent weeks on every front page and every TV screen, on every
department bulletin.
This was a different shot. Caught turning over his shoulder
against a blur of autumn-yellow leaves, mouth opening in a laugh.
Good-looking. Glossy brown hair, brushed forward boyband-style
to thick dark eyebrows that sloped down at the outsides, gave him a
puppydog look. Clear skin, rosy cheeks; a few freckles along the
cheekbones, not a lot. A jaw that wouldve turned out strong, if
thered been time. Wide grin that crinkled his eyes and nose. A little
bit cocky, a little bit sweet. Young, everything that rises green in
your mind when you hear the word young. Summer romance, baby
brothers hero, cannon-fodder.
Glued below his face, across his blue T-shirt: words cut out of a
book, spaced wide like a ransom note. Neat edges, snipped close.
I know who killed him
Holly watching me, silent.
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I turned the envelope over. Plain white card, the kind you can buy
anywhere to print off your photos. No writing, nothing.
I said, Did you touch it?
Eyes to the ceiling. Course not. I went into the art room and got
that the envelope and a balsa knife. I pulled out the tack with the
knife, and I caught the card and the tack in the envelope.
Well done. And then?
I put it up my shirt till I got back to my room, and then I put it in
the folder. Then I said I felt sick and went back to bed. After the
nurse came round, I sneaked out and came here.
I asked, Why?
Holly gave me an eyebrows-up stare. Because I thought you guys
might want to know. If you dont care, then you can just throw it
away, and I can get back to school before they nd out Im gone.
I care. Im only delighted you found this. Im just wondering why
you didnt take it to one of your teachers, or your dad.
A glance up at the wall clock, catching the video camera on the
way. Crap. That actually reminds me. The nurse comes round again
at breaktime, and if Im not there, they will freak out. Can you phone
the school and say youre my dad and Im with you? Say my grand-
dads dying, and when you rang to tell me, I did a runner without
telling anyone because I didnt want to get sent to the guidance coun-
sellor to talk about my feelings.
All worked out for me. Ill ring the school now. Im not going to
say Im your dad, though. Exasperated explosion of sigh from Holly.
Ill just say you had something you wanted to pass on to us, and you
did the right thing. That should keep you out of hassle. Yeah?
Whatever. Can you at least tell them Im not allowed to talk about
it? So they wont bug me?
No problem. Chris Harper still laughing at me, enough energy
running in the turn of those shoulders to power half Dublin. I slid
him back in the folder, closed it over. Did you tell anyone about this?
Your best friend, maybe? Its grand if you did; I just need to know.
A shadow sliding down the curve of Hollys cheekbone, turning
her mouth older, less simple. Layering something under her voice.
No. I didnt tell anyone.
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OK. Im going to make this call, and then Ill take your statement.
Do you want one of your parents to sit in?
That brought her back. Oh, Jesus, no. Does someone have to sit
in? Cant you just do it?
What age are you?
She thought about lying. Decided against it. Sixteen.
We need an appropriate adult. Stop me intimidating you.
You dont intimidate me.
No shit. I know, yeah. Still. You hang on here, make yourself a cup
of tea if you fancy one. Ill be back in two minutes.
Holly thumped down on the sofa. Coiled into a twist: legs curled
under, arms wrapped round. Pulled the end of her ponytail round to
the front and started biting it. The building was boiling as per usual,
but she looked cold. She didnt watch me leave.
Sex Crime, two oors down, keep a social worker on call. I got her
in, took Hollys statement. Asked your woman, in the corridor after-
wards, would she drive Holly back to St Kildas Holly gave me the
daggers for that. I said, This way your school knows for denite you
were actually with us; you didnt just get a boyfriend to ring in. Save
you hassle. Her look said I didnt fool anyone.
She didnt ask me what next, what we were going to do about that
card. She knew better. She just said, See you soon.
Thanks for coming in. You did the right thing.
Holly didnt answer that. Just gave me the edge of a smile and a
little wave, half sarcastic, half not.
I was watching that straight back move away down the corridor,
social worker duckfooting along beside her trying for a chat, when I
copped: shed never answered my question. Swerved out of the way,
neat as a rollerblader, and kept right on moving.
Holly.
She turned, hauling her bag strap up her shoulder. Wary.
What I asked you earlier. Whyd you bring this to me?
Holly considered me. Unsettling, that look, like the follow-you
stare off a painting.
Back before, she said. The whole year, everyone was tiptoeing.
Like if they said one single wrong word, Id have a nervous
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breakdown and get taken away in a straitjacket, foaming. Even Dad
he pretended to be totally not bothered, but I could see him worry-
ing, all the time. It was just, ahhh! A gritted noise of pure fury, hands
starshed rigid. You were the only one who didnt act like I was
about to start thinking I was a chicken. You were just like, OK, this
sucks, but big deal, worse stuff happens to people all the time and they
survive. Now lets get it done.
Its very very important to show sensitivity to juvenile witnesses.
We get workshops and all; PowerPoint presentations, if our lucks
really in. Me, I remember what it was like, being a kid. People forget
that. A little dab of sensitive: lovely. A dab more, grand. A dab more,
youre daydreaming throat-punches.
I said, Being a witness does suck. For anyone. You were better able
for it than most.
No sarcasm in the smile, this time. Other stuff, plenty, but not
sarcasm. Can you explain to them at school that I dont think Im a
chicken? Holly asked the social worker, who was plastering on extra
sensitive to hide the bafed. Not even a little? And left.
One thing about me: Ive got plans.
First thing I did, once Id waved bye-bye to Holly and the social
worker, I looked up the Harper case on the system.
Lead detective: Antoinette Conway.
A woman working Murder shouldnt rate scandal, shouldnt even
rate a mention. But a lot of the old boys are old-school; a lot of the
young ones, too. Equality is paper-deep, peel it away with a nger-
nail. The grapevine says Conway got the gig by shagging someone,
says she got it by ticking the token boxes something extra in there,
something thats not pasty potato-face Irish: sallow skin, strong
sweeps to her nose and her cheekbones, blue-black shine on her hair.
Shame shes not in a wheelchair, the grapevine says, or shed be
commissioner by now.
I knew Conway, to see anyway, before she was famous. Back in
training college, she was two years behind me. Tall girl, hair scraped
back hard. Built like a runner, long limbs, long muscles. Chin always
high, shoulders always back. A lot of guys buzzed round Conway, her
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rst week: just trying to help her settle in, nice to be friendly, nice to
be nice, just coincidence that the girls who didnt look the same didnt
get the same. Whatever she said to the boys, after the rst week they
stopped giving her come-ons. They gave her shite instead.
Two years behind me, in training. Got out of uniform one year
behind. Made Murder the same time I made Cold Cases.
Cold Cases is good. Very bleeding good for a guy like me: working-
class Dub, rst in my family to go for a Leaving Cert instead of an
apprenticeship. I was out of uniform by twenty-six, out of the General
Detective Unit and into Vice by twenty-eight Hollys da put in a
word for me there. Into Cold Cases the week I turned thirty, hoping
there was no word put in, scared there was. Im thirty-two now. Time
to keep moving on up.
Cold Cases is good. Murder is better.
Hollys da cant put in a word for me there, even if I wanted one.
The Murder gaffer hates his guts. Hes not fond of mine, either.
That case when Holly was my witness: I took the collar. I gave the
caution, I clicked the handcuffs, I signed my name on the arrest
report. I was just a oater, should have handed over anything worth-
while that came my way; should have been back in the incident room,
like a good boy, typing seen-nothing statements. I took the collar
anyway. I had earned it.
Another thing about me: I know my shot when I see it.
That collar, along with the nudge off Frank Mackey, got me out of
the General Unit. That collar got me my chance at Cold Cases. That
collar locked me out of Murder.
I heard the click, with the click of the handcuffs. You are not
obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so, and I knew that was
me on Murders shit list for the foreseeable. But handing over the
collar would have put me on the dead-end list, staring down the
barrel of decades typing up other peoples seen-nothing statements.
Anything you do say will be taken down in writing and may be used in
evidence. Click.
You see your shot, you take it. I was sure that lock would open
again, somewhere down the line.
Seven years on, and the truth was starting to hit.
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Murder is the thoroughbred stable. Murder is a shine and a dazzle,
a smooth ripple like honed muscle, take your breath away. Murder is
a brand on your arm, like an elite army units, like a gladiators, saying
for all your life: One of us. The nest.
I want Murder.
I could have sent the card and Hollys statement over to Antoinette
Conway with a note, end of story. Even better behaved, I could have
rung her the second Holly pulled out that card, handed the both of
them over.
Not a chance. This was my shot. This was my one and only.
The second name on the Harper case: Thomas Costello. Murders
old workhorse. A couple of hundred years on the squad, a couple of
months into retirement. When a spot opens on the Murder squad, I
know. Antoinette Conway hadnt picked up a new partner yet. She
was still ying solo.
I went and found my gaffer. He didnt miss what I was at, but he
liked what it would do for us, being involved in a high-prole solve.
Liked what it would do for next years budget. Liked me, too, but not
enough to miss me. He had no problem with me heading over to
Murder to give Conway her Happy Wednesday card in person. No
need to hurry back, said the gaffer. If Murder wanted me on this,
they could have me.
Conway wasnt going to want me. She was getting me anyway.
Conway was in an interview. I sat on an empty desk in the Murder
squad room, had the crack with the lads. Not a lot of crack, now;
Murder is busy. Walk in there, feel your heart rate notch up. Phones
ringing, computers clicking, people going in and out; not hurried,
but fast. But a few of them took time out to give me a poke or two.
You want Conway? Thought she was getting some, all right, she
hasnt bust anyones balls all week; never thought she was getting it
off a guy, though. Thanks for taking one for the team, man. Got your
shots? Got your gimp suit?
They were all a few years older than me, all dressed that bit snap-
pier. I grinned and kept my mouth shut, give or take.
Never wouldve guessed she went for the redsers.
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At least Ive got hair, man. No one likes a baldy bollix.
Ive got a gorgeous babe at home who does.
Thats not what she said last night.
Give or take.
Antoinette Conway came in with a handful of paper, slammed the
door with her elbow. Headed for her desk.
Still that stride, keep up or fuck off. Tall as me six foot and it
was on purpose: two inches of that was square heels, crush your toe
right off. Black trouser suit, not cheap, cut sharp and narrow; no
effort to hide the shape on those long legs, the tight arse. Just crossing
that squad room, she said You want to make something of it? half a
dozen ways.
He confess, Conway?
No.
Tsk. Losing your touch.
Hes not a suspect, fuckhead.
You let that stop you? Good kick in the nads and Bobs your uncle:
confession.
Not just the normal back-and-forth. A prickle in the air, a slicing
edge. I couldnt tell if it was about her, or just the day that was in it,
or if it was the squad. Murder is different. The beat goes faster and
harder; the tightrope is higher and narrower. One foot wrong, and
youre gone.
Conway dropped into her chair, started pulling up something on
her computer.
Your boyfriends here, Conway.
She ignored that.
Does he not get a snog, no?
Whatre you shiteing on about?
The joker jerked a thumb at me. All yours.
Conway gave me a stare. Cold dark eyes, full mouth that didnt
give a millimetre. No makeup.
Yeah?
Stephen Moran. Cold Cases. I held out the evidence envelope,
across her desk. Thanked God I wasnt one of the ones whod sleazed
her up in training. This came in to me today.
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Her face didnt change when she saw the card. She took her time
looking it over, both sides, reading the statement. Her, she said,
when she got to Hollys name.
You know her?
Interviewed her, last year. Couple of times. Got fuck-all out of
her; snotty little bitch. All of them are, in that school, but she was one
of the worst. Like pulling teeth.
I said, You gure she knew something?
Sharp glance, lift of the statement sheet. Howd you end up with
this?
Holly Mackey was a witness in a case I worked, back in 07. We
got on. Even better than I thought, looks like.
Conways eyebrow went up. Shed heard about the case. Which
meant shed heard about me. OK, she said. Nothing in her tone,
either way. Thanks.
She swung her chair away from me and punched at her phone.
Clamped the receiver under her jaw and leaned back in her chair,
rereading.
Rough, my mam would have called Conway. That Antoinette one,
and a sideways look with her chin tucked down: a bit rough. Not
meaning her personality, or not just; meaning where she came from,
and what. The accent told you, and the stare. Dublin, inner city; just
a quick walk from where I grew up, maybe, but miles away all the
same. Tower blocks. IRA-wannabe grafti and puddles of piss.
Junkies. People whod never passed an exam in their lives but had
every twist and turn of dole maths down pat. People who wouldnt
have approved of Conways career choice.
Theres people who like rough. They think its cool, its street, itll
rub off and theyll be able to pull off all the good slang. Rough doesnt
look so sexy when you grew up on the banks of it, your whole family
doggy-paddling like mad to keep their heads above the ood tide. I
like smooth, smooth as velvet.
I reminded myself: no need to be Conways best bud. Just be useful
enough to get on her gaffers radar, and keep moving.
Sophie. Its Antoinette. Her mouth loosened when she talked to
someone she liked; got a ready-for-anything curl to the corner, like a
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dare. It made her younger, made her into someone youd try and chat
up in the pub, if you were feeling gutsy. Yeah, good. You? . . . I got a
photo coming your way . . . Nah, the Harper case. I need ngerprints,
but can you have a look at the actual pic for me, too? Check out what
it was taken on, when it was taken, where, what it was printed out on.
Anything you can give me. She tilted the envelope closer. And I got
words stuck on it. Cut-out words, like ransom-note shite. See can you
gure out where they got cut out of, yeah? . . . Yeah, I know. Make
me a miracle. See you round.
She hung up. Pulled a smartphone out of her pocket and took
shots of the card: front, back, up close, far off, details. Headed over to
a printer in the corner to print them off. Turned back to her desk and
saw me.
Stared me out of it. I looked back.
You still here?
I said, I want to work with you on this one.
A slice of a laugh. I bet you do. She dropped back into her chair,
found an envelope in a desk drawer.
You said yourself you got nowhere with Holly Mackey and her
mates. But she likes me enough, or trusts me enough, that she brought
me this. And if shell talk to me, shell get her mates talking to me.
Conway thought about that. Swung her chair from side to side.
I asked, Whatve you got to lose?
Maybe the accent did it. Most cops come up from farms, from
small towns; no love for the smart-arse Dubs who think theyre the
centre of the universe, when everyone knows thats Ballybumfuck.
Or maybe she liked whatever it was shed heard about me. Either
way:
She scrawled a name on the envelope, slid the card inside. Said,
Im going down the school, take a look at this noticeboard, have a
few chats. You can come if you want. If youre any use to me, we can
talk about what happens next. If youre not, you can fuck off back to
Cold Cases.
I knew better than to let the Yes! show. Sounds good.
Do you need to ring your mammy and say youre not coming
home?
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My gaffer knows the story. Its not a problem.
Right, Conway said. She shoved her chair back. Ill get you up to
speed on the way. And I drive.
Someone wolf-whistled after us, low, as we went out the door.
Ripple of snickers. Conway didnt look back.
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TANA FRENCH
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Stephen King knows
who killed him.

Its terric - terrifying, amazing,
and the prose is incandescent

Kate Mosse knows
who killed him.

Gripping and ingenious.

Sophie Hannah knows.

The thing Tana French does
better than almost any living crime
writer is create suspense.
Do You?
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