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‘I’ve been thinking – you know – we were going to get married this year, and then stuff happened and it got put off. Shall we set a date – and just do it?’
‘Yes, my darling. Let’s make it soon. Like – very soon?’
They kissed again.
Noah was making excited noises on the floor.
‘Your turn,’ she said.
He put his glass down, knelt, lifted his son in the air, then sat back down, cradling him in his arms.
‘Have you seen Lucas Daly’s wife, Sarah Courteney?’ Cleo asked suddenly. ‘This must be a nightmare for her.’
‘Can’t be much fun for her at the moment, having SOCO crawling all over her home.’
‘But I saw her on the news last night, looking as cheery as ever. She’s obviously hiding it well.’
‘She’s a tough cookie,’ he replied. ‘She’s a survivor.’ Then he turned his attention to his son. ‘Hey, little fellow, have you got something in that nappy for me?’
The rising stench confirmed that Noah had indeed, and he looked very proud of the fact.
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She sat back, luxuriating in the comfort of her Business Class seat, and enjoying her second glass of champagne.
The cheery young British Airways cabin steward came by with the bottle to top her up. As he did so, he noticed her Cartier.
‘Nice watch!’ he said, admiringly.
‘Thank you!’ she replied, and held it up for him to inspect more closely.
‘Gorgeous! You can always tell an original – they just have that je ne sais quoi about them! A real one speaks for itself !’
‘So true. I’m a little confused with the time difference – when are we due to land in Moscow, local time?’
He looked at his own watch, a studded, bronze Hublot. ‘Three fifteen. Just over three hours.’
‘Thank you.’
He moved on down the aisle. Sarah Courteney unclipped the clasp of her handbag and dipped her hand inside, touching the soft velvet pouch, then lifting it up a few inches, feeling the reassuring weight of the Patek Philippe pocket watch, with the cracked crystal, Arabic numeral dial and the broken crown.
Oh yes, there was nothing to beat an original.
Aileen had shown it to her once, a few years ago, taking it out of the secret compartment at the rear of her safe. And the sweet old lady had never noticed it missing for that week, earlier in the year, when she had taken it to Dubai, to the little workshop that made such exquisite reproductions.
Clearly, Gareth Dupont had not noticed the difference either when he had stolen the fake in that horrid robbery which had totally shocked her. She had never realized the bastard had been using her.
But all that was history now. Just like Lucas, facing a decade – and probably longer – behind bars, both in Spain and England.
Good riddance, at last.
As the third glass of champagne slipped her into a pleasantly woozy state, she was thinking that, given all that had happened in these past weeks, Aileen would have been proud of her.
She had a buyer in Moscow, willing to pay two and a half million pounds, in cash, and he wasn’t concerned about a detail like provenance.
That was good – no hassle. What the hell did proving provenance matter – the watch was real. Just as the cabin steward had said, the real item spoke for itself.
Her father always told her that only two things really mattered in life: health and the time you had left. So, she was in good shape. She had her health.
And she had her time.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Two important health notes:
1. You will have read in my story of the tragic death of one of the characters from Malignant Hyperthermia. This is a real condition that very nearly killed the son of a close friend. It is an hereditary problem causing contracture of muscle and disruption to metabolic functions during general anaesthesia. It is undetectable until a family member reacts under anaesthesia. Diagnosis is by muscle biopsy at the MH Investigation Unit in Leeds. Once diagnosed MH susceptible people can have anaesthesia, provided triggering drugs are avoided and correct monitoring is undertaken. MH is potentially fatal if undetected by the anaesthetist. More information can be found at www.bmha.co.uk
2. One of the characters is diagnosed with Prostate cancer. Information on this disease was kindly given to me by Colin Stokes and John Davies of the Prostate Project, Purbecks House, Grosvenor Road, Godalming, GU7 1NZ, which offers support and awareness. www.prostate-project.org.uk. Tel no: (+44) 01483 419501. The charity supports the local hospitals to improve services and they are now centres of excellence.
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My biggest research debt is to New York detective Pat Lanigan, grand-nephew of Di
Another huge debt is to the many officers and support staff of Sussex Police, who give me such constant and enthusiastic help and advice. Most of all, thank you to Chief Constable Martin Richards, QPM, for being so very kind and constantly supportive.
Retired Detective Chief Superintendent David Gaylor of Sussex CID, the inspiration behind Roy Grace, not only helps me constantly to hatch my plots, and to ensure Roy Grace and all his team think and act the way real police officers would, he is also my slave driver, making sure I keep up the relentless writing pace through the seven months or so of the first draft . . . and beyond.
Chief Superintendent Graham Bartlett, Divisional Commander of Brighton and Hove Police, has also been immensely helpful on this book. Chief Inspector Jason Tingley has been a total star, helping me both creatively and procedurally on many aspects of this story. As also have DCI Nick Sloan, DCI (retired) Trevor Bowles, Sgt Phil Taylor and Ray Packham of the High Tech Crime Unit, and Inspector Andy Kille of Ops 1.
Huge thanks also to Detective Superintendent John Boshier; Detective Chief Inspector Nick May; Chief Inspector Paul Betts; Senior Support Officer Tony Case; DI William Warner; Inspector Richard Delacour; PC Darren Balkham; DS Simon Bates; Sgt Lorna De
Retired Detective Sergeant Simon Muggleton, formerly of the Sussex Police Antiques Unit, gave me invaluable information about Brighton’s historic antiques underworld.
Thank you to Giles Ellis of the Schofield Watch Company; Richard Robbins; Derek le-Warde; Michael Keehan; Chris Tapsell; David Wiltshire. Hal Mileham; Simon Schneider. Wayne and Vanessa Manley; Steve Reynolds; Da
Forensic Podiatrist, Haydn Kelly; Forensic archaeologist Lucy Sibun; Alan Setterington, Deputy Governor of HMP Lewes.
Thanks also to Michael Beard, Editor, the Argus. My terrific researchers: Tara Lester and Nicky Mitchell; Dr Russell Emerson MRCP DM MB ChB; Sarah London; Sherree Fagge, Chief Nurse, The Royal Sussex County Hospital; Rob Kempson; Peter Wingate-Saul; Hans Jürgen Stockerl; Peter Hale MA, MS, FRCS (Gen); Tim Parker; Felix Francis; Graham Sones; Phil Homan; Jea
Tony Parker, Director of Engineering of Shoreham Port; David Miller, Deputy Harbour Master; Chris Jones, Dave Smith and Keith Laker.
A very special thanks to Alan Prior MD of the Pi