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would claim that Lindsay had got her drunk and seduced her. She would make sure everyone knew what a twisted little dyke Lindsay was. And she'd make sure that Lindsay never did another day's work at the Clarion . Her venom had unnerved Lindsay, and she had allowed herself to be swallowed up in the passion of their reconciliation.
    The following day, ashamed of having given in to Alison's blackmail, Lindsay had left town for a few days, making the excuse of a feature she wanted to research in Aberdeen. By the time she had returned, Alison had been absorbed in someone new, and had lost all interest in Lindsay, much to her relief. Being dropped from Alison's social circle had left a gap at first, but Lindsay was grateful to have survived relatively unscathed. As the months passed and she observed her former lover wreaking havoc in other people's lives, Lindsay vowed never to let her fantasies run away with her again.
    Since she'd moved away from Glasgow, Alison had been no more than a distant memory. But the news of her death had brought these memories to life. There had been so much life in Alison. It might not have been a desirable vivacity, but nevertheless, Lindsay felt herself diminished by Alison's death. They had hit the heights together, after all. And she'd been a bloody good journalist. The same skills that she used to wind her lovers round her little finger were invaluable when it came to persuading interviewees to open up to her. Alison might have been a bitch, thought Lindsay sadly, but she didn't deserve to die like that. And however hard she tried, Lindsay couldn't picture Jackie Mitchell as her killer. Jackie had been a hard-nosed journalist, but underneath, like so many of them, she was soft-centred and weak. Nothing Lindsay had learned about the murder seemed to fit her image of Jackie.
    Rosalind had provided a surprising amount of information about Alison Maxwell's murder. Surprising, that is, until Lindsay had remembered that Rosalind's compact modern flat was in the same block as the dead woman's apartment. As a result, Rosalind had taken a keen interest in the progress of the investigation and trial. The training and experience she'd acquired over her years in the civil service had stood her in good stead when it came to reporting her version of events to Lindsay. She had run through everything she knew in a crisp, factual way, making Lindsay feel like a Scottish Office Minister on the receiving end of some vital briefing. No wonder politicians felt inferior to their senior civil servants! And no wonder Rosalind had climbed to the rank of Principal Officer.
    All the evidence against Jackie had been circumstantial, Rosalind had reported. She had never denied that she had been in Alison's flat on the afternoon of the murder. She had never denied that they had been to bed together. She had never denied her ownership of the scarf that had strangled Alison. But from the moment of her arrest till now, convicted and sentenced, she had vigorously denied killing her. The point at issue, according to Rosalind, was whether Jackie was telling the truth about the time of her departure.
    "Jackie was seen by Alison's mother leaving the building by the side door at five minutes to six. Mrs. Maxwell was trying to gain admittance to the block. We have security entryphones, and there was no response from Alison's flat. Mrs. Maxwell had to wait another fifteen minutes before someone arrived who could let her into the building. They went up in the lift together. Mrs. Maxwell went straight to Alison's flat, where the front door was ajar. She walked as far as the bedroom door, saw her daughter, and started screaming," Rosalind explained.
    "Jackie maintained at the time, and later, that she had left the flat nearly half an hour before the body was discovered. She had walked down the fire escape stairs rather than take the lift, and stopped to have a cigarette and a think. The police took the not unreasonable view that this was