Page 60 of The Truth Will Out
I’m not. I’m a police officer, working a serial killer investigation, and I think the killer has targeted my fiancé. How I don’t want to consider the ins and outs of my theory. But I know in my heart that something bad has happened to him.
She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of such a disturbing thought.
“Any news?” Bob asked, springing up from behind her.
“Do you have to bloody creep up on me like that?”
He grinned. “Your problem is that you’re too jumpy.”
“May I remind you why? It looks like my fiancé has been abducted.”
Bob raised his hands. “All right. There’s no need to chew my balls off.”
Sam marched back to the car and muttered, “Do you even have a pair?”
“I heard that,” he shouted from behind. “Hey, I’m driving.”
Sam slammed the driver’s door shut, which she’d opened out of habit, and flew round the other side of the car.
“Where do you want to go now?” Bob asked.
“Back to the station. It’s pointless us being out here, unless you’ve got any suggestions?”
“I haven’t.”
He started the engine and headed back to the station, but veered off at the last minute.
“This isn’t the way. What are you doing?”
“We’re close to the lab. I thought we’d drop in and see if they can improve the photo for us. Is that all right?”
“Yep, okay. That makes sense. Make it quick, though.”
He tutted and pressed his foot down on the accelerator. “Quick enough for you?”
“Hey, remember whose car this is.”
“As if I’m likely to forget.”
They arrived backat the station an hour later with the improved image.
“Any news yet?” Sam asked the desk sergeant as soon as she entered the reception area.
He seemed very down in the mouth, not like his usual cheery self at all. “I wish there was, ma’am. I’ll keep on top of my lads and make sure they continue their search for the rest of the day and beyond if necessary.”
“Let’s hope there’s no need for that. Thanks, Jason.”
Bob entered his code, and the security door sprang open. The team all glanced up when they entered the room.
Sam immediately raised a hand to stop them from offering her any sympathy. “I appreciate what you’re about to say, but guys, I don’t want to hear it. What I want, no, what Ineed, is for us to concentrate fully on this investigation. If the killer has Rhys, which is looking more and more likely, we need to find out who this person is… I’m sensing his life is in mortal danger.” She choked up.
Her gaze met Bob’s. His smile encouraged her to finish her speech.
She coughed to clear her throat and forced her shoulders back. “Bob, can you do the honours of showing the team what we found at the latest murder scene?”
Bob removed the copy of the photo the lab had enhanced and handed it around to the team. The faces of the people were much clearer now, and it didn’t take Liam long to recognise someone.
“Umm… isn’t that Claire at the back? I might be wrong, but it definitely looks like her.”
