hear that,” Gavin murmured.
“The surgeon decided to talk after that,” Vera continued. “She told us that she was having an affair with Jackson. He’d pursued her and she’d fallen for his charms. During the robbery, Jackson had apparently blackmailed her whilehe tied her up to a chair. He’d said that she wouldn’t have to go through the humiliation of being outed as a cheating wife if she told the story that she was robbed by an unidentified man. But if she did tell the police, he’d release videos of her having sex with him, which he’d taken without her knowledge.”
“You’re right. Sounds like the same thing that Emma was trying to rope me into,” Gavinsaid.
“Yes. We haven’t had any breakthrough in this case until your experience. Now it looks like whoever killed Mark and Jackson is planning a new job.”
“So do you have any other leads?”
Carter pulled out his work phone and showed Gavin pictures of several women. “Do you recognise any of them?”
Gavin looked closely but shook his head.
Carter sighed. “Dave and I spoke to the surgeon againto go over everything she remembered about Jackson. She mentioned something new that wasn’t in the police files. She said she told Mark about it over the phone because it was something she’d just remembered at the time. Unfortunately, Mark was shot that night, and either he didn’t write the conversation down or whoever killed Mark knew he had evidence on him and took it. Anyway, the surgeon saidthat the day before Jackson robbed and blackmailed her, she overhead him on the phone. He said something like, ‘Tomorrow’s our big day’ and ‘I can’t believe you’ll give me all that money’. She didn’t think any of it at the time. She thought Jackson was joking with a friend. But the next day, he was back, tying her up on a chair, robbing her house and blackmailing her.”
“Wow,” Gavin said. “Sowho was Jackson talking to?”
“We got the surgeon to give us the exact time she’d overheard Jackson talking to someone, and we checked Jackson’s mobile, which was part of our evidence. The number is a prepaid mobile phone that’s no longer connected. But the name Jackson had entered in the phone for that number was Tellman Galleries.”
“I see.”
“But no one at the gallery admits to owning or knowingabout that number. Vera did an exhaustive investigation and can’t link it to anyone there.”
“Maybe it was an old employee?” Gavin said.
Vera shook her head. “I checked that too.”
“So what’s our next step?”
“Our?” Carter said dryly. “You’re not working this case, bro. The police are taking over.”
“But—”
“You’re still supposed to be in a coma, remember? It’s better if they think you can’ttalk to give any information.”
“So I’m housebound? How boring.”
“You’ll live,” Carter said with a grin.
“So you’re going undercover at Tellman Galleries, I take it?”
Carter nodded. “From what we’ve gathered so far, the syndicate’s MO seems to be to carefully pick a financially desperate Lothario with criminal predilections and make that guy their stooge. So I’ll be acting like one.”
“Howwill you infiltrate?”
“As luck would have it, they’re building an upstairs extension on the back part of their premises. We’ve organised it so I’ll be working there as an electrician.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“ Are you ready to have lunch, Cassie? It’s one thirty.”
Cassie looked up in surprise and smiled back at Bronwyn. “Already? Gosh, I didn’t even notice.”
Bronwyn chuckled. “I don’t want you to faint from hunger on your first day. Come and have lunch with me. We’ll go to the café next door.”
“Okay, thanks,” she said, grabbing her handbag and standing up. She’d been so focused on gettingherself familiar with the gallery’s systems and being up to date with the company’s financials that she hadn’t even noticed the time. Now that she had, she