The Sister: A gripping crime, mystery and suspense novel by Max China

Author:Max China [China, Max]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Skinnybirdproductions
Published: 2013-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 92

When Lynch heard the message on Melissa’s phone, he knew for sure what she told him was true. Tony had gone behind his back, trying to steal his girl. That was just the start, now he was after his business as well. Jesus! He punched himself hard in the forehead. He needed time to think. Tony called her at 8:30 p.m. A couple of hours later, she was dead. Tony! It was Tony. He told her to tell him Kennedy said it. It made more sense now; all he needed to do was keep himself in check until he understood why. He would do as he said he would. Give Tony enough rope. All this keeping calm is killing me! He took a deep breath, picked up the telephone and dialled a number.

‘All right, Tony? Anyone seen Billy, he never showed up at the club last night?’

‘No, mate, I haven’t. You know what he’s like when he’s got a few quid. Listen, I heard something. I don’t know if it’s true.’

‘Well, spit it out then, I ain’t got all day!’

‘It’s about Melissa.’

‘What about Melissa?’ he said holding his breath. How does he know? I ain’t told anyone.

‘Oh, fuck, I hope it ain’t true.’

‘Tell me.’

‘I heard she’s been murdered by that Gasman.’

Lynch paused. ‘Are you sure?’ he said, adding with suspicion, ‘Where are you hearing this?’

‘Err; I heard it from someone who lives down the road to her. Old bill is crawling all over her place.’

The doorbell sounded. He glanced at the CCTV monitor; a man stared into the camera. Kennedy! ‘I’ll get back to you,’ he said as he disconnected. He walked out of his lounge, down the long hallway to the front of the house and opened the door.

‘What can I do for you, Detective?’

He brushed past without waiting for an invitation to enter. ‘Shut the door,’ Kennedy said.

Lynch closed it and pointed to one of the armchairs forming a horseshoe shaped reception area around a glass-topped coffee table. ‘Have a seat. What’s this about?’

The detective remained standing. ‘You don’t know? You surprise me.’

‘I heard about five minutes ago. What are you doing round my place, Kennedy?’

‘When was the last time you saw Melissa Lake alive?’

Blowing air in a tuneless whistle, he said, ‘She came to the club, two, possibly three days ago.’ He levelled his rival with a stare. ‘What about you?’

The DCI returned the stare. ‘It’s not about me, Lynch. It’s about you and you telling me anything you know that might help catch her killer.’

‘They know about you and her, do they?’ The briefest hesitation allowed him to continue. ‘Didn’t think so, or you'd have come with that side-kick of yours.’

‘This isn’t helping, Lynch. Wouldn’t you like to see us catch the person who did this?’

‘The Gasman?’ His expression grew dark. ‘Do me a favour. Let me catch him before you do, eh? And while I think of it, have you seen Billy Wharton lately?’

‘Why would you ask me that?’ Kennedy said, trying to look unperturbed.

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