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like that.’ Alex kept her voice even. ‘It needs to be just me, and preferably somewhere she feels comfortable and relaxed. I want her to open up.’
    ‘I see.’ She heard him breathing down the phone. ‘And what’s in it for my client?’
    ‘The magazine can pay its standard rate.’ She named the usual figure and crossed her fingers. It would be worth it to confront the woman who had brought such misery to their lives. ‘But that’s all. What she will get is publicity, which she would be able to use to her advantage.’
    ‘She is innocent you know. Of conspiracy to murder.’
    ‘As you say, Mr Danby.’
    ‘We’d want that underlined in the piece.’
    Alex gripped the phone. ‘I can only work with what I get.’
    ‘It would be sympathetic to her?’
    If she wasn’t careful she would break the damn phone. ‘It all depends how she comes over. Another reason for talking just to me with no one else around.’
    ‘Actually Ms Devlin, that’s a very good reason for me to be there. I wouldn’t want her to say something…inappropriate.’
    Alex let the silence hang.
    ‘You realize the media are this close…’ She imagined him holding his forefinger and thumb apart so there was hardly any space between them ‘…to being gagged. And that includes you, Ms Devlin.’
    ‘I’m sure,’ she replied.
    ‘And the fact you’re Sasha Devlin’s sister?’
    Damn. How long had he been waiting to say that? Foolish of her not to expect it.
    ‘Makes it all the more personal, Mr Danby. Obviously. There would be no deception involved. It’ll be written as a first-hand account of meeting the woman who had been accused of being involved in the murder of my niece and nephew. And acquitted, of course.’

    ‘Of course.’ A heavy sigh came across the line. ‘Leave it with me. I don’t think it’ll happen, though. She wants to keep a low profile. But I will be in contact with her and let you know, okay?’
    ‘That would be great, Mr Danby, I appreciate it.’
    Alex gave him her number before finishing the call and turning her phone off again, sapped by the effort of remaining civil throughout the conversation, but also strangely exhilarated.
    ‘Hey you,’ Malone’s voice drifted up the stairs. ‘Am I going to see you at all?’
    She put her computer to sleep and went down to the kitchen. ‘Sorry, I was just trying to fix up my next interviewee.’
    Malone looked up from the paper he was reading. ‘Oh? Am I allowed to know who?’
    She put her arms around him and her chin on his shoulder. ‘No.’
    He turned and looked at her. ‘Any particular reason?’
    ‘Nope. Just the way I work.’
    For some reason she wanted to keep it to herself. Was it because somewhere deep down she knew her motives for wanting to interview Jackie Wood were more than just to help Sasha? She wanted, she needed to see the woman up close and personal; to look in her eyes and see her guilt. Or perhaps, she reasoned, it was because the fewer people who knew, the less likely it was there would be a slip-up that would give away the woman’s whereabouts.
    ‘Look, I’ve made you a sandwich.’
    He pushed a plate towards her and she realized she was hungry. In her efforts to get Sasha to eat she had neglected to eat anything herself. Cheese and pickle. Perfect.
    The front door slammed. Gus was home. Alex looked at the clock – he was later than normal.
    ‘Hi darling,’ she called out, knowing she had to tell him that Jackie Wood was out of jail. Nothing. Just the sound of his size tens thudding up the stairs.
    She looked at Malone. That was unusual. Gus normally came in and gave her at least a civilized grunt before disappearing into his lair.

    ‘I’d leave him be,’ said Malone. ‘He’s a teenager, probably wants a bit of privacy.’
    She put down the sandwich. ‘Nonetheless, I’ve got to go and talk to him.’
    She went upstairs and knocked on his door. No response. She knocked again, harder this time, in case he was plugged into