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Blurb: Karl Savage is dead.
He must be. His ex, Anjelica, is in prison for murdering him in an arson attack. Multiple forensic experts testified to finding his charred remains.
So when Anjelica begs investigative journalist Morgan Vine to prove her innocence, it seems an impossible task. It doesn’t matter that Karl was abusive. That Anjelica has a baby to care for. That she’s petrified of fire. The whole world knows Karl is dead.
Then he turns up outside Morgan’s window . . .
Stubbing out her cigarette, Morgan stretches her aching arms as far as the roof of the car will allow then turns off the radio.
And now she sees him. Emerging from the front door, buttoning an elegant grey overcoat with a black velvet collar, a look she associates with smug Tory MPs. He hurries along Harley Street towards Regent’s Park. She climbs out of the Mini, shoving her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket and setting off in pursuit of her second quarry of the day.
Reaching the top of Harley Street the man turns onto Marylebone Road. The traffic is bumper-to-bumper, exhaust fumes and rush-hour tension filling the air. Increasing her pace, Morgan closes the gap between herself and Singh, following as he takes advantage of a red light to cross the road. He turns onto a wide street leading into the park. She falls into step.
Without slowing, he turns to scrutinise her face. No trace of recognition.
‘Morgan Vine? We met the other day?’
‘Ah, yes.’ He carries on walking. ‘Are you a local?’
‘No. I wanted a quick word.’
‘I’m in rather a hurry.’
‘That’s OK. I’ll walk with you.’
He does nothing to alter his pace. ‘If you insist.’
The tree-lined road runs alongside the park and is bordered by white stucco terraces. The street lighting is a soft pink, the traffic sparse. Once again, she notices the man’s fingernails: bitten to the nub.
‘I need to ask about the arson attack on your house.’
A wary tone enters Singh’s voice.
‘How do you know about that?’
‘I’m a journalist. It’s my job to know things.’
‘I’m not sure I can help you, so -’
Morgan interrupts. ‘Do you think the attack on your home had anything to do with the Karl Savage investigation?’ No response. ‘The charred corpse you identified as his? The Anjelica Fry case?’
‘I fail to see a connection.’
‘The thing is, Mr Singh, Anjelica is a pyrophobe while Karl Savage is a pyromaniac.’
‘Was,’ says Singh.
‘Savage was a pyromaniac. He’s dead.’
‘That’s what I want to talk to you about.’
The man stops and turns to face her. ‘Remind me who you work for.’
‘No one,’ says Morgan. ‘I’m a freelance journalist investigating a miscarriage of justice.’
‘And barking up the wrong tree.’
About the author: Simon Booker is an author and screenwriter. He has writen a variety of programmes such as The Stepfather for ITV1 and BBC adaptations such as Just William. He has also worked on other series including The Inspector Lynley Mysteries, Holby City and The Mrs Bradley Mysteries starring Diana Rigg. He has also written romantic comedies for American television such as Perfect Strangers which starred Anna Friel and Rob Lowe.