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Donna Sanchez said gently, ‘Are you sure you’re ready, Mrs Brookstein?’

Grace nodded. It doesn’t matter. This is all a dream, a nightmare. When she pulls back the sheet, I’ll wake up.

‘We’ll do this very quickly. Try to focus on the hand. If you recognize the wedding ring, that’s all we need.’

Donna pulled back the sheet.

Grace threw back her head and screamed.

John Merrivale stared at the documents in front of him, rubbing his eyes with exhaustion.

‘There must be some m-m-mistake.’

Harry Bain lit another cigarette. The smoke made John Merrivale feel nauseous. ‘No mistake, John. This is Lenny’s signature. And this is Grace’s. You don’t think we had them checked?’

The documents were legal instructions, changing Quorum’s ownership structure. They transferred John’s entire equity stake in the fund to Grace. They were dated June 8, the day before the Quorum Ball. Both Lenny and Grace had signed them.

‘Face it, John. The Brooksteins ripped you off. They were planning to grab what was the left of the money and run.’

‘No. Lenny wouldn’t d-do that. N-n-not to me.’

‘Read it, John! It’s right there in black and white. He did it. They did it, together. Don’t you think it’s time you stopped protecting them?’

John squeezed his eyes shut tight. It was so hard to think. How long have I been in this room? Three hours? Four? He thought about Grace, alone at the morgue. The police had refused to let him go with her. The poor girl would be terrified.

‘Lenny had a l-legal right to restructure the company any way he chose. Quorum was his business.’

Harry Bain looked at him in disbelief. ‘You’re saying you don’t mind that Lenny Brookstein robbed you blind?’

‘I’m saying he didn’t rob me.’

‘But he did. It’s right here in black and white.’

‘He m-must have had his reasons then. Lenny’s dead. He’s not here to explain, to d-defend his good name.’

‘His good name?’ Harry Bain laughed out loud. ‘Lenny Brookstein? The man was a crook, John. So was his wife. That much we know. The question is, what don’t we know? What are you hiding from us?’

‘I’m not h-hiding anything.’

‘Why are you protecting him?’

‘He was my friend.’ My only friend.

‘He wasn’t your friend. He used you, John. He used you from the beginning. Why do you think a brilliant guy like Lenny needed a schmuck like you on the team, huh? D’you ever ask yourself that question?’

All the time.

‘Because you gave him legitimacy, that’s why. Because you were dumb and adoring and blindly loyal. Like a dog.’

John looked up. It was Harry Bain’s face sneering at him, but the voice was Caroline’s. You’re a lapdog, John. You’re pathetic! Stand up and be counted!

‘No. I wasn’t Lenny’s d-d-dog. It wasn’t like that.’

‘No? What were you, then? Because the way I see it you’re either a fucking moron who couldn’t see what was going on right under your nose. Or you knew.’

‘No. I d-didn’t know anything.’

‘I don’t believe you. Where’s the money, John?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Where’d you stash it, huh? You and your good friend Lenny Brookstein. The guy who trusted you so much. Who relied on your advice. Where’d you put the cash?’

‘I’ve told you. I don’t –’

‘Maybe it’s Andrew Preston we should be talking to. Was Preston was the one Lenny really trusted?’

‘Of course not. Lenny was always much c-closer to me than to Andrew.’

‘So close that he gave your shares to Grace?’

A high-pitched whistle in John’s head was getting louder, like a boiling kettle.

‘Where is it, John? Where’s the money? If you weren’t Lenny’s little dog, prove it.’

The whistle was so loud, he thought his eardrums would shatter.

‘WHERE’S THE FUCKING MONEY, JOHN?’

‘I DON’T KNOW!’ Slumped over the table, John Merrivale broke down in sobs. ‘For G-God’s sake, what’s the matter with you? I don’t know.’

On the other side of the two-way glass, Angelo Michele turned to the psychologist.

‘What do you think?’

‘I think he’s telling the truth. He doesn’t know anything. When he saw that partnership document, it blew him away.’

Angelo Michele nodded. I agree.

I wonder if that automaton Williams is having any more success with Grace?

‘Where were you when you signed these documents?’

Grace tried to focus. Still reeling from the shock of seeing Lenny’s body, she found it hard to remember where she was. The gruff, gray-haired man sitting opposite her was from the FBI. He’d arrested her as she left the morgue and driven her somewhere, but she couldn’t remember where, or how long it had taken. Now she was in a white, windowless room. Images of Lenny’s mutilated corpse flashed through her mind like a horror movie. The man kept talking.

‘They’re dated June eighth.’

Lenny’s skin, waxy and white, like the stuff that covers the skin of a newborn baby.