Cook took a step towards Rathe and then paused. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, Cook bent down onto one knee and rested his arm on his raised thigh, the bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. His eyes looked up to Rathe.
“I know this hurts, right, and I know why it does. But we’ve got to let it go until we find some proof. Got it?”
“It’s not all about Alice,” said Rathe, his teeth clamped together.
“Fair enough. But most of it’s about her.”
Rathe was shaking his head. “It’s as much to do with the ones we don’t know about, the ones we’ve never heard of but who have gone the same way as Kirsty and Lyndsey. It’s about all of them, Cook. How much has he got away with and for how long?”
“Too much and too long,” replied the inspector. “But without proof, we’ve got nothing, Rath
