Mary-Jane Riley - The Bad Things - A gripping crime thriller full of twists and turns

Alex looked at him: calm, steady, strong. No, she didn’t know him that well, but she did know that he cared about her and that if she let it, their relationship could grow into something special. And she hadn’t had anyone to make her feel safe for so many years. She had built a wall around her and Gus and not let anyone breach it. Perhaps now was the time to let the cracks widen that had come with Malone.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. ‘Jackie Wood.’

‘That’s who you went to see?’ He gave a low whistle. ‘Wow, no wonder you’re uptight.’

‘I am not uptight. Well, maybe a little. You mustn’t tell anyone. If it got out where she was living then I’d be done for.’

‘But I don’t know where she’s living; you haven’t told me,’ Malone pointed out, probably quite reasonably, she supposed.

‘True,’ she said.

‘And I won’t mention it again.’ There was a pause. ‘So what did she say?’ Malone sat back, balanced the ankle of one leg on the knee of the other. Perfect relaxing pose.

She shook her head. ‘Malone.’

‘Come on, Alex, spill the beans. You know I won’t say anything. I’ve worked under the radar, as well you know.’

Alex pursed her lips. Blew out some air. ‘Said she didn’t do it.’

‘Do you believe her?’

She rubbed the rim of the glass with the tip of her finger. ‘Not really.’

Malone lifted an eyebrow. ‘Some doubt there, though?’

‘I suppose I’m not entirely sure. She was pretty convincing.’

Malone put his drink down, went over to her and took her hand. ‘Look. If I can help at all, I will. I’ve got contacts. Friends, you know?’

‘Friends. Do I really want to know, Malone?’

He gave a twisted smile. ‘Probably not. But then you wouldn’t need to know; you could leave it to me.’

She gave a heartfelt sigh. ‘I’m going back to see her tomorrow. For the final part of the interview.’ She looked down at Malone’s hands. Began to stroke the signet ring he wore on the little finger of his left hand. ‘I’m sort of hoping that she’ll have had time to think and that she’ll trust me.’

‘And she’ll just happen to tell you where Millie is buried? Why should she do that? It would send her back to prison, wouldn’t it?’ His expression was kind.

‘I thought I would tell her that I wouldn’t tell anybody where the information had come from. Plead protecting my sources, that sort of thing.’

Malone cupped her chin. ‘Is that going to work? Post Leveson? There are other people involved in this, you know. Sasha for one. Jez. Gus, too. And if she does tell you, it’d be tantamount to her admitting killing the twins. You’d have to tell the police.’

She gritted her teeth. ‘I’m not telling the police. She has to be able to trust me on that. My only consolation there is that she has already served fifteen years. Not enough, but I’d accept it, if we could only know where Millie is. I just want to know, that’s all.’

He kissed her lightly on the lips. ‘No you don’t, you want retribution. Love, Millie’s gone. Buried in some wood or field. This woman is not going to put herself at risk by telling you anything.’

Deep down, she knew Malone was right.

‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’ll put in a couple of calls to some people I know, see if she said anything in jail. See if Jessop said anything before he topped himself.’

‘Jessop?’

Malone gave a shrug. ‘I know it’s a while ago, but people who’ve been inside have long memories. It’s worth a go.’

Alex took his hand. ‘Thanks, Malone.’

‘Now,’ he got up, stiffly, rubbing the small of his back, ‘I’m too old for squatting down on my knees. I suggest you go and write up at least the first part of your article while it’s fresh in your mind.’

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