Private London

Chapter 41

The door flew open and a flustered Lucy hurried in.

‘Sorry, sir, there was nothing I could do,’ she said.

Following in behind her was my ex-wife, DI Kirsty Webb of the Metropolitan Police, and several of her colleagues in smartly pressed blue uniforms.

‘Dan Carter,’ she began ominously. ‘I am arresting you on suspicion of interfering with the course of justice.’

‘You are shitting me,’ I replied.

She gave me a pointed look of the kind that I remembered only too well. ‘You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.’

Kirsty waited for me to come back with a smart remark. I didn’t give her the satisfaction.

She nodded to one of the burly uniformed officers. ‘Cuff him, George.’

I held my hands out and smiled sweetly at her as the cop slapped the cuffs on my wrists.

‘What did I do? I forget it was our anniversary?’

I couldn’t help myself.

‘Take him down the nick,’ she said tersely to George. ‘Make sure he doesn’t fall down too many stairs.’