Chapter 27

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27 ‘Here’s a question,’ Wendy said, as she watched the traffic lights turn from amber to red. ‘Why not apply for an extension on John Lucas? We could’ve kept him in for longer that way.’ ‘And what’s the point?’ Culverhouse said, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. ‘It’s all circumstantial. We can’t prove he put any of that stuff there — the house didn’t have anyone living in it after his mum died. Anyone could’ve gained access and put those things in his garage. Something doesn’t feel right. I can’t quite put my finger on it.’ ‘I can. It’s all too convenient. Like his brief said, why would he do something like that hours after getting out of prison, then leave a load of clues pointing to him? He’s had years to think about this and plan it.’ Culverhouse stayed silent for a few m

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