Page 92 of Killing Mind
He shook his head
‘Nah, I’ll head back to my other home first.’
Kim was surprised.
‘To your mother?’
His face hardened and Kim saw a glimpse of the person Mrs Leland had described.
‘Oh yeah, I’ll be going to slit the old bitch’s throat.’
Seventy-One
Both of them reached for their phones as they headed back to the car.
Bryant had felt his own vibrate three times during their meeting with Eric. A meeting that had confused the life out of him.
He was surprised to see that it was Travis who had been trying to reach him.
He indicated to the guv that he was going to make a call. She nodded, already speaking to someone.
He tried to call Travis back and got no answer. He tried again straight away. Travis had wanted to tell him something. Still nothing. He put the phone away. He’d try later.
‘Hope you had better luck than me,’ he said, as the guv finished her call.
‘Remains to be seen,’ she said, getting into the car. ‘Asked Myles to arrange another meeting. Kane Devlin has too many tentacles in this case. You?’
‘Travis but got no—’
The ringing of his phone cut off his words
‘Aah, speak of the devil and he will appear,’ he said, hitting the answer button.
‘About bloody time, Bryant,’ Travis said, affably.
Bryant could hear commotion in the background.
‘What the hell’s going on there?’
‘We’re celebrating and I wanted to give you the good news.’
‘Go on,’ Bryant said, feeling a knot of tension in his stomach.
‘We got him. Forensics picked up every fag end in a twenty metre radius and guess what?’
‘Jesus,’ he exclaimed as a rush of different emotions surged through him. Relief, disgust, more relief.
‘Feel free to come by later. We’re just on our way to pick him up so it looks like you were right all along.’
Bryant ended the call and after remembering the girl who had just lost her life, he really got no joy from being right at all.
Seventy-Two
Kim spotted Britney before she saw Tiff. Both were giving out leaflets on the college car park.
As they approached Kim was careful not to glance in the direction of the police officer. She kept her focus only on the redhead.
‘Hey, Britney, how are you doing?’
