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carved into the victims’ bodies but the police managed to hold back exactly what those marks were. The bodies here have those same marks, indicating...”
    “It’s the same killer?”
    “Yes or someone who knew the killer in London and who is now copying him.”
    Sarah took a deep breath before asking, “are they investigating Mark?”
    “He’s a person of interest and they have interviewed him.”
    “Interviewed? He never mentioned it. Perfect timing,” she said when the waiter returned with the bottle of brandy, which was a third full. She snatched it off him and the waiter rolled his eyes before walking away.
    “That’s not going to help,” said Brodie as she filled her glass.
    “Actually it’s the only thing stopping me from screaming,” she retorted.
    “In that case, be my guest.”
    “I wasn’t waiting for your permission.” She knocked back another shot. “I don’t believe you,” she said, slurring slightly.
    “Listen to me Sarah because this is really important,” he continued as she refilled her glass. “The main suspect in the original Carver murders in Camden was Bryan Flynn. Your husband’s father.”
    Sarah’s response was to fling another shot of brandy down her neck then slam the glass down on the table, tears shining in her eyes.
    “Murder’s in Mark’s blood,” pressed Brodie. “You have all the evidence you need right in front of you,” he said, tapping the file with his index finger.
    Sarah stared at his hand curiously. It was very large and looked like it could cause a lot of damage, the nails rough and ragged. “I mean about the women, you’re wrong there,” she said.
    “The profile says the perpetrator will be in a normal relationship, long standing with children.”
    “I would know if he was a murderer,” she whispered, eyes filling with fresh tears.
    Brodie was starting to feel like a complete shit. He’d known this would be a difficult conversation but the devastation in her eyes was painful to see. He reasoned he was doing this to help her but it didn’t make him feel any better.
    “Everyone has their secrets,” he said.
    “An affair is a secret or gambling away our life savings, not multiple murder,” she mumbled into her drink. “Put them away will you, I don’t want to look at them anymore,” she said, shoving the newspaper clippings at him. When he didn’t do it fast enough for her liking she picked up the folder and threw it at him. It hit him in the chest and slid onto his lap.
    He pursed his lips. “Please calm down Sarah.”
    “Calm down? Are you fucking serious?”
    More people looked their way and Sarah buried her face in her hands.
    “I think you could use some fresh air. Let’s go for a walk,” he said, throwing some money onto the table to cover the cost of the brandy. He’d make sure to add that onto his expenses.
    “I’m not going anywhere with you. How do I know you’re not the real killer? How do I know this isn’t some sick plot?” Before he could reply she’d shot to her feet and was standing there, swaying.
    “Take this and look through it,” he said, holding the folder out to her. “My card’s in there. If you need me please call anytime. I’ll be staying in the area for a while.”
    She snatched both items from him, lifted her chin and marched proudly to the door, any dramatic impact generated by such an exit marred by her unsteady gait, which almost caused her to collide with the put-upon waiter. “You’ll get a taxi, won’t you?” he called after her.
    “Yes,” she snapped back before disappearing out the door.
    The rest of the customers, who had watched her exit in amused silence, turned their gazes on him and he stared back at them until they looked away.
    Sighing, Brodie took out his phone and jabbed at the buttons, cursing under his breath when he hit the wrong one. Why did they have to make everything so small these days? In his day bigger had been better. “Cass, I’ve made contact,” he said