The Honeytrap: Part 4 by Roberta Kray Read Free Book Online Page A

thought about what Ellen had said when she was pointing the gun at him.
Too many questions.
She was referring, perhaps, to the psychiatrist she’d been seeing. ‘She might have bought the gun but she gave it up straightaway.’
    Jess gave him a sideways glance. ‘Did she?’
    ‘Huh?’
    ‘You know what I mean. Why do I get the feeling that it might not have been quite as simple as that?’
    Harry kept his eyes on the road. His feelings for Ellen remained complicated and confused. Even now he wasn’t sure if she’d come forward to help him or simply to help herself. ‘The problem with you reporters is that you’re always looking for mysteries where there aren’t any.’
    ‘Yeah, right. And the problem with you detectives is that you can’t give a straight answer to a straight question.’
    ‘That is so untrue.’
    Jess drove the Mini into the car park of the Fox, stopped and switched the engine off. She sat in the darkness staring at the rain falling against the windscreen and sighed. ‘God, Harry. Do you ever wonder what it’s all about?’
    ‘Are we talking life here?’
    ‘And the rest of it.’
    Harry, hearing the weariness in her voice, gave her a nod. ‘Sometimes, but never before my third whisky. Come on, Vaughan, let’s go over the road and drown our sorrows.’

 
    If you enjoyed
The Honeytrap
, then look out for Roberta Kray’s new novel,
Dangerous Promises
.
    Out autumn 2015! Read on for an exclusive extract.

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    Sadie Wise was a girl on a mission. She tapped her feet impatiently against the floor and beat out a rhythm on the table with her fingertips. Unfortunately the 3.45 from Liverpool Street didn’t share her sense of urgency. Could the train go any slower? It was crawling along the tracks, stopping and starting as if it couldn’t make up its mind as to what to do next. ‘Come on, come on,’ she murmured. At this rate it would be dark before she even got to Kellston.
    She stared through the window at the slums of London’s East End, her gaze taking in the derelict warehouses, the high-rise blocks and the depressing rows of old brick terraces. A pall of despair hung over the area, a greyness that was down to more than the fading light. She began to wonder if this was yet another wild goose chase. Eddie was as slippery as an eel. If he got so much as an inkling that she was on to him, he’d be on his toes and out the door before she could even say the word ‘divorce’.
    Sadie gave a sigh, determined not to give up before she’d properly begun. In another fifteen minutes – if they ever managed to get going again – she’d be there. She refocused her gaze, staring briefly at her reflection in the glass: an oval face framed by pale blonde hair, a pair of wide hazel eyes and an expression that was perhaps stupidly hopeful.
Don’t wish for too much
, she told herself, trying to stay grounded. After all these years, the chances of catching up with her husband were slim.
    Sadie pulled her coat around her. The heating wasn’t working properly and a blast of cold air swirled around her feet. She felt the train give another jolt as it continued its slow progress along the line. At that very moment a girl came walking up the aisle, her eyes darting left and right as if searching for a spare seat even though the compartment was almost empty. In her early twenties, she was small and slim, elfin-faced with short black spiky hair. She was wearing jeans and a black suede jacket with a fur collar. Stopping by Sadie, she threw her a smile and slid into the seat on the opposite side of the table.
    ‘Sodding train! At this rate we’re never going to get there.’
    ‘I know,’ Sadie said. ‘What’s wrong with it? There was some kind of announcement, but I couldn’t hear a word.’
    ‘Signals,’ the girl said. ‘Something to do with signal failure.’ She sat back and immediately sat forward again. ‘Where are you going, then?’
    ‘Kellston.’
    ‘Oh, right. I’m the stop after.’ She