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A firm nod.
‘And you blame David Moore?’
‘Him, and the brats that covered it up for him.’
It angered Field, that Sam’s killer could sit there and call her abrat.Lily was clinging to life in a hospital bed.
Callum had managed to tell Field about the play, from his hospital bed in A&E, before he went in for surgery. They’d recovered it at the scene – the second time in a week his house was swarming with forensics.
‘If they’d spoken out, she might have got help,’ Ruby said.
Ruby might be deluded about her sister’s play, but she wasn’t mad. She was calculating, and her crimes were premeditated. There was nothing preventing them from taking her to court and seeing her remanded in Belmarsh.
Maxwell kept his voice calm. ‘Why did you leave those pages at the scene, Ruby? From the paper about the trial?’
The last question on Field’s wish list.
‘I wanted the others to work it out,’ Ruby whispered. ‘They knew what they did. I wanted them to know I was coming for them.’
Chapter 109
Monday | Morning
Field
Field squeezed the car into a space on the busy street and turned the engine off. She felt the lack of air-con immediately.
Riley and Wilson unclicked their seatbelts, but neither of them moved.
Field flipped the mirror down. She’d sweated off another layer of cover-up and the bruises around her eye were, if possible, darker than they had been earlier.
Zara opened the front door, and they followed her into the dining room. It was full of light, bouncing off the whitewashed walls and tiled floor.
Simon and Penny were sat at the one end of the kitchen table, a pot of tea waiting under a cosy. The large windows were open, floral scents wafting in from the garden.
Field, Riley and Wilson took their seats.
Penny cleared her throat. ‘You’ve made an arrest?’
No one touched the teapot.
Field nodded. ‘Yes, we’ve got the perpetrator in custody.’
It was important to take these conversations slowly.
‘You’ve got him,’ Simon said, almost to himself.
Penny nodded several times, then her face crumpled, and she addressed her next question to the ceiling. ‘Who was it?’
It was hard to know where to start.
‘It was a relative of one of the trial participants. The girl who died in a car accident, Paige Jacobs – it was her sister.’
Penny pulled at the collar of her blouse. ‘Paige’s sister? But—’ Her voice was thick with emotion.
‘Ruby Jacobs has confessed to David’s murder,’ Field said. ‘And the murder of Samantha Hughes.’
‘We appreciate how difficult this is,’ Wilson added. ‘Take a minute, if you need it.’
