CHAPTER 25Rick Morelli telephoned Alex Chadwell’s mansion. A private telephone installed in the safe house was a whole lot easier than having to vacate the place to go to a public call box consequently hazarding a chance of being recognised even after four years. They had thought of everything. It paid off having contacts. Instinct had warned him at the outset not to return to the Nine Mile Ride cottage, certainly not since Ginny had done a runner. Maybe he had slapped her around a bit too much. On the other hand maybe he should have shot her while he still had the chance, prevented her from grassing. The b***h had gone hysterical on him after that. Notwithstanding, Morelli allowed himself a fleeting smile. On reflection at least she wouldn’t have gone to the filth. She was in much too dee
