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21

C halmers tapped the photograph with his index finger. The thing is, Nightingale, you dont have a sister, do you?

Its complicated, said Nightingale.

According to your personnel file, you were an only child.

Youve been looking at my file?

Youre a suspect in several possible murders, said Chalmers. Im entitled to look at whatever files I want to.

I havent killed anybody, said Nightingale. I want a cigarette.

You can smoke when weve finished.

Nightingale stood up. Im finished now.

Chalmers got to his feet and glared at Nightingale. Sit the hell down, Nightingale. Sit the hell down and answer the questions I put to you.

Nightingale shook his head. Im out of here.

If you dont sit down I will arrest you for destroying evidence at George Harrisons apartment. Then I get to hold you in a cell for twenty-four hours. And if I can find a superintendent to sign off on you then I can add another twelve hours to that. He smiled cruelly. Wait a minute Im a superintendent, arent I? So its an automatic thirty-six hours in a police cell. Is that what you want, Nightingale? All PACE requires is that I give you one main meal and two snacks a day; it doesnt say anything about cigarettes. So are you going to stop being an arsehole and sit down or do I arrest you?

Nightingale looked at Chalmers for several seconds, then he shrugged carelessly and sat down.

Thank you, said the superintendent. He dropped down onto his chair and linked his fingers. Now, this is what I want from you, Nightingale. I want you to agree to give us a DNA sample and your fingerprints. We will cross-check them against the crime scenes we have.

You already know I was at George Harrisons apartment. And Connie Millers house. And Ive been inside Alfie Tylers house.

Chalmers sighed. Please dont start telling me how to do my job, he said. Well check your samples against Tylers car and the rope he used to kill himself. And Ill be talking to my opposite number in north Wales. And well be going over the Harrison crime scene with a fine toothcomb.

Youll be wasting your time.

Its my time to waste. Chalmers slid a sheet of paper across the table to Nightingale. Sign this and well do what has to be done.

Then can I have a cigarette?

Chalmers gave him a pen. Yes, then you can have a bloody cigarette.


YOUR SISTER IS GOING TO HELL, | Midnight | c