‘WE KNOW WHAT YOU’VE been up to, you see,’ Rafferty said quietly when they had their quarry back in the interview room. ‘We finally worked it out. You’ve been very clever. Very wily. Very subtle.’ Nearly – but not quite – too subtle for him.
Eric Chambers said little, only, ‘You have no more proof against me than you had against my brother.’
‘The brother that you did your best to make look guilty with your half-hearted denials of his guilt, and before that, making sure we knew of his debt problems and his homosexuality. I came very close to charging him.’
‘So I believe.’ Eric sat back and stared boldly at him, no longer the grey accountant, but, he believed, the perpetrator of a very nearly successful murder. ‘Why didn’t you? Was it only the threat of Ballantyne’s wiles in court that pr
