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.Check what he said to her.Whether she saw anything.Panic thudded through Oliver.That hadsounded sinister, like Shields would be warningMrs Rosé off.He struggled to work out whetherthese were just his thoughts or if the spirits werewhispering to him, telling him what Shields hadin mind.Confused as to what to believe, he closedhis eyes, tried to tune into the other side, beggingfor someone to come through.Nothing.No one. Right, Shields said. Damn right.We ll havethis one dealt with in no time.Oliver couldn t stand it any longer.Hesnapped his eyes open and walked forward, outinto the open, making his way toward Shields.The detective had his back to him, his greasy hairshining despite the pale, feeble sunlight.On166SARAH MASTERSGlenn s path, a crisp packet crinkled underOliver s tread.Shields spun around, eyes narrowed, hiseyebrows quivering. Yes, I hear you, sir.Will do.He snapped his phone closed, stared harder atOliver. Where s Langham? Here, Langham said, his voice gruff, barelyconcealed emotion sneakily bristling out of him.He looked as though he struggled to keep himselfin control, that those emotions showingthemselves could fuck right off and not comeback.Like he didn t need the display giving himaway. Any news from the Roosay woman? No, Langham said quickly.Too quickly. She s just some old French woman. Heshrugged and shook his head. So now we needto regroup, work out what we ve done so far,who s dealing with what, and where we go fromhere.Was it Oliver s imagination, or did Shieldssigh with relief just then? Right. Shields whipped out a notebook. Gofor it.167SUGAR STRANDSLangham acted cool, his emotions back incheck. Louise is at the morgue, her scene stillbeing searched.Mark Reynolds, I presume, is inthe same place, his scene being inspected.Theold woman, Reynolds grandmother.What s thestatus on that? She s with Louise and Mark. Shields jottedin his pad. And Ronan Dougherty? Last I heard he was still in situ.Oliver studied Shields while the man s headwas bent.He looked for signs of discomfort, ofguilt, but found none.Either he was one cleverbastard at disguising how he felt, at actinginnocent, or he had nothing to do with this.Notknowing for sure would eat away at Oliver, hispast accusation leaving him indecisive, unsure ofwhat to believe. And then there s these two. Langham wrotein his own pad. Three, including the foetus.Youdealing with them?He ll say yes, because then he can visit MrsRosé.Can t see him taking Langham s word for itthat the old bird doesn t know anything.Shit.168SARAH MASTERS May as well, seeing as I was first on thescene. He smirked, like Langham being out ofthe loop at that house in the middle of nowheremade him a lesser detective. I ll also put thingsin motion to find Glenn. He chuckled. GlennClose.Jesus& Arsehole. Fine, Langham said. The men at the houseare being dealt with must get an update on howthat s going.Any news on Jackson? He s being watched until the warrant comesthrough to search Privo, Shields said.The man looked affronted, as if Langhamquestioning him wasn t right.As if having toanswer to him didn t sit well.Of course, it wouldn t,Shields being Shields, but Oliver looked at him withnew eyes now.Wanted to find the buried nuggetthat proved he was in on this shit.He shook hishead, thinking of the times Shields had accusedhim of having a hand in the murders Oliver hadbrought to their attention, when all along he waspossibly involved in shit like that himself. So we re up to date.I ll call in, see if there areany tox results back yet.Yep, I ve got high hopes169SUGAR STRANDSon that, but I want to know what the hell s inthose sugar strands that makes a person act likethis. Langham gestured to the house, armraised, then let it slap back down to his side. This has turned into a fucking nightmare.Shields turned away, muttered, And it ll onlyget worse. What was that? Langham said
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