SEVENTY-EIGHT
He was incandescent with rage. How could his so carefully prepared scheme, his work of genius, be so swiftly discovered? He had been convinced that the CCTV cameras in the car park could not have covered that corner.
The b***h was lying, she had to be. That was the only explanation.
There was no CCTV. There was no f*****g CCTV. It was a plot, a plot to make him seem inept and incompetent. Such an insult could not go unchallenged. Unavenged.
She was lying, there was no CCTV of the car, but possibly one of the staff at the ‘Bag of Nails’ must have noticed the car and reported it to the police
DCI Grace Swan was now at the top of a very long list of people who had offended him.
