15
‘John Lucas?’ Culverhouse said as the man in front of him opened the door.
‘Yeah, why?’
‘Can we come in?’ the DCI replied, already pushing his way past John Lucas and into the house, Wendy following behind him.
‘Doesn’t look like I’ve got much choice, does it?’
‘Just wondered if we could ask you a few questions, that’s all,’ Culverhouse called from the living room. ‘Nice wallpaper, by the way.’
‘It’s my mum’s. Was. And anyway, I deal with the probation service now. You lot had your moment eleven years ago. I’m clean now.’
Culverhouse snorted as he put the photo of John’s mum and dad back on the mantelpiece. ‘Once a con, always a con.’
John stood in the doorway and folded his arms. ‘I know what this is all about. This is because of that copper, isn’t it? You lot never could admit
