Complicity Part 3 (4/4) By Nick Quantrill

(1/4), (2/4), (3/4), (4/4). Part 1, Part 2.

'Good work so far, Richard. We've got some interesting leads to follow up' said McCormack as he entered the office. Coleman nodded in return. 'Keane and Best have done well. It seems like they've managed to ruffle our legal friend's feathers a touch.' 'It can't hurt, can it?' smiled McCormack. 'Much as I'd like to though, I just can't picture Smyth as the murderer.' 'True. I'd probably agree with that, but assuming that Baxter was killed over his refusal to agree to the relocation, the amount of money involved is considerable. Money can do strange things to people' said McCormack, making himself comfortable on the edge of Coleman's desk.

'Possibly, but given that these people are already likely to be wealthy individuals, I just can't reconcile that with resorting to murder. After all, these people are supposed to be masters of negotiation.' 'Maybe so, Richard, but it suggests a strong motive. We need to keep plugging away at it. I've spoken to Brendan Lock and he's agreed to talk to us again tomorrow evening after the office closes.' McCormack stood up to leave.

Coleman produced the crosschecked list of the practice's clients. 'I had West look at the practice's client list. It appears that they represent a number of companies that are connected to David Mallory. I know Mallory is officially a well-respected local-lad made good story, but I'd have thought that he was still someone to be avoided if you valued a good professional reputation...' McCormack nodded. 'As you say, it may well be totally legitimate. It's certainly something we need to ask Lock about. Have you made any progress in relation to the death of Laura Fry?

I'm just about to leave for a meeting with Simon Gale after he's finished presenting a workshop at the KC Stadium. Seeing as I couldn't meet with him yesterday, and that you made a show of yourself, I've got to smooth things over.' 'I appreciate that, Sir. I should have been more professional with him and Peel. Can I join you so I can apologise and reassure him that I'm taking his concerns seriously?'

McCormack looked surprised. 'That's not a bad idea, Richard.' 'It's alright Sir, I need to pick up some tickets for Saturday from the ground anyway' said Coleman, smiling. Coleman and McCormack both moved to collect their raincoats and mobile phones as Maynard entered the office. 'Good, you've not left yet' he said breathlessly. 'I think you need to get more exercise' replied Coleman as he looked for his cigarettes. 'Brendan Lock has just come in. He says he needs to speak to someone to amend his statement.'

'Ok' said McCormack. You and Maynard get him into an interview room and I'll let the people at the KC know that we'll be a little late. Give me a shout when you're finished with him, I'll press on with some paperwork.' Coleman removed his raincoat and put his mobile phone back down before moving over to the coffee-machine for a refill.

© 2006 Nick Quantrill

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