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Andy Stone, Hol and felt outranked. He didn't know why and it niggled him.
    They'd got on wel enough so far, but Stone could be a bit 'up himself'. He had a coolness, aflashiness Hol and reckoned, that he turned on around women and superior officers. Stone was clearly fit and good-looking. He had very short dark hair and blue eyes and though Hol and wasn't certain, when Stone walked around, it looked as 28
    though he knew the effect he was having. What Hol and eras sure of was that Stone's suits were cut that bit better, and that around him he felt like a ruddy-cheeked boy scout. Hol and would probably stil edge it as housewives' choice, but they al wanted to mother him. He doubted they wanted to mother Andy Stone.
    Stone could also be over-cocky when it came to slagging off their superiors, and though Hol and wasn't averse to the game himself, it got a bit tricky when it came to Tom Thorne.
    Hol and knew the DI's faults wel enough. He'd been on the receiving end of his temper, had been dragged down with him on more than one occasion...
    Yet, for al that, having Thorne think wel of him, consider that something he'd done was worthwhile, was, for Hol and, pretty much as good as it could get.
    He'd been on the team a lot longer than Andy Stone, and Hol and thought that should have counted for something. It didn't appear to. It had been Stone who'd done most of the talking when they'd shown up bright and early on Mary Remfry's doorstep with a search warrant.
    'Good morning, Mrs Remfry.' Stone's voice was surprisingly light for such a tal man. 'We have a warrant to enter and...'
    She'd turned away then and, leaving the door open, had trudged away down the thickly carpeted hal way without a word. Somewhere inside a dog was barking.
    Stone and Hol and had entered and stood at the bottom of the stairs deciding who should start where. Stone made for the living room where, through the partial y opened door, they could see a silver haired man slumped in an armchair, lost in Kilroy. As Stone leaned on the door he hissed to Hol and, nodding towards the kitchen where Mrs Remfry had seemed to be heading.
    'Cup of tea on the cards, you reckon?'
    It wasn't:
    It seemed odd to Hol and, needing a warrant to seardh a victim's house. Stil , like Stone had said, Remfry was a convicted rapist and the mother's attitude hadn't real y given them a lot of choice. It wasn't just
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    the grief at her son's death turning to anger. It was a genuine fury at what she saw as the implication in one particular line of questioning. Considering the manner and circumstances of her son's death, it was
    a necessary line to pursue, but she was having no truck with it at al . 'Dougie was a ladies' man, always. A proper ladies' man.'
    She was swing it again, now, having suddenly appeared in the doorway of her son's bedroom where Hol and was methodical y going through drawers and cupboards. Mary Remfry, mid-fifties, tugging a cardigan tightly over her night-dress, watched, but did not real y take in what Hol and was doing. Her mind was concentrated on talking at him.
    'Dougie loved women and women loved him right back. That's gospel, that is.'
    Hol and was considerate going through the room. He would have been whether Mrs Remfry had been watching or not, but he made the extra effort to be respectful as he sorted through drawers ful of vests and pants and thrust a gloved hand into pil owcases and duvet covers. In the short time since his release, Remfry had obviously not acquired much in the way of new clbthing or possessions, but there seemed to be a good deal stil here from the time before he went to prison. There was plenty from before he ever left school...
    'He never went short where birds was concerned,' Remfry's mother said. 'Even after he came out they was stil sniffing round. Cal ing him up. You listening to me?'
    Hol and half turned, half nodded and, as if on cue, pul ed out a decent-sized stash of porn magazines from beneath the single bed.
    'See?' Mary Remfry