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nag at
him until he does."
    "Shit."
    "Too
right." That was when he decided to ring in sick to
work. We went to his smart semi in my Focus and he took me to the front room,
where his safe was unimaginatively hidden behind a painting on the wall. Some
people think they are living in an old movie.
    Donaldson
insisted that before he opened it I had to promise I would help him, that he
would not get into trouble over this. Davey had paid him a lot to keep this
quiet so I had to make Spigarelli and son think I had got it from someone else.
I agreed. I did not think there was any chance they would believe that but I
think something had broken inside the guy. Keeping something quiet about all of
this was eating at him, he could not decide if he was more scared of Spigarelli
or Davey or the guilt of keeping it all under wraps. From the look on his face
I suspected he would kill himself once I left. Strangely I did not think about
stopping him - he knew something about the murder of the first woman I had
loved and keeping it quiet had ruined my life and led to the murder of the
second woman I loved, I was not too concerned what happened to him. He handed
me half a dozen CDs and a carrier bag with what looked like sealed evidence
bags inside.

 
    Placing
a quick call I got a little help from an old friend in the area. John Philips
had been at school with Carmen and me, a good friend who had never quite
believed I had anything to do with the murder. We had not been in touch much
because he had not been able to do anything to help with my investigation, he was just a normal guy and not connected to the criminal underworld in any
way. After three or four visits from the Police he had just gone quiet, no-one
wants to get caught up in a Police investigation - especially a murder case.
Since I had been out of Prison we had met for a drink a couple of times to
catch up but that was the extent of our friendship. Fortunately he was willing
to let me use his laptop during his lunch break from work and I got to see what
was on the CDs. Once I had, all I need to do was to decide what it all meant
and what to do with the contents and the evidence bags. Well, I also had to decide
what to do with all the disturbing questions it raised too. Worryingly it
suggested potential answers to old questions too, things I had tried not to
think too much about at the time and since.
    Mid
afternoon I arrived back at Spigarelli's place. He was angry at the sight of me
but Davey was screaming and shouting at me before I had even stepped out of the
car. Letting them shout for a bit was a good idea because Spigarelli soon got
him temper under control and shouted at Davey to be quiet. "I'm cutting
your time short, it's up now. Show me what you've got or start begging for
mercy." he said to me. I picked up my holdall from the passenger seat of
the car and said we needed a laptop, him, Davey, me and no-one else. Davey made
it clear he thought I should just die then and there but Spigarelli disagreed.
    In a
small room inside I carefully laid out the story of what had happened that
night. First I showed the journey of the limo, CCTV footage from the CDs showed
it travelling to a small warehouse Spigarelli owned on the outskirts of
Stevenage. Then I showed the footage from the cameras on the industrial park
where the warehouse was. The footage showing Carmen being
dragged from the car, kicking and screaming, by the man who had to be her killer. The man who had raped her repeatedly before stabbing her, who had murdered the
driver to keep him quiet, who had either also killed Emily and Fingers to make
it look like me, or who had ordered those things done. The
man sitting next to Spigarelli . His son Davey.
    By
the time Spigarelli had turned Davey was out of his seat and heading for the
door, he opened it and three of the security guys stepped in. Each carried a
gun and they clearly weren't working for the elder Spigarelli anymore.
    "Why,
Davey? Why would you do this?" said