Page 36 of The Twins

“I will.” Cillian cupped my cheeks and turned me to face him. “We need to know everything, from the start.”

“There’s not much to tell. I’ve had a few creepy cards, a bunch of flowers, and then last night a rose and a note on my pillow.”

“What did the note say?” Finn asked.

“That it was time for us to be together.”

“Like fuck it is.” Anger flashed in Cillian’s eyes as he pushed his hand through his hair. “He’s just signed his own death warrant.”

“Have you any idea who it could be?” Finn asked.

“I have a couple of suspects in mind.”

“Past clients.” Cillian’s jaw tensed. “We need names.”

“I should go to the police and make a statement.”

“Sure you can, doll, once you’ve given us the names.”

I hesitated. “What are you going to do with that information?”

“Look them up, see if it’s possible that they’re the perpetrator. We gotta know what we’re dealing with here.”

“You should tell them, Becca,” Amy said. “I think you need all the help you can get on this one.

“She’s right,” Cillian said.

I sighed. “Okay, one of them is Mick Stone, armed robbery, thought he’d get off because he gave up two of his accomplices; he didn’t. And the other is Reg Jacks, he went down for facilitating illegal immigration, but he got off lightly, he was trafficking, minors, too. I did him a favor by reducing his charge, but he never thought so.”

“Mick Stone and Reg Jacks.” Finn frowned. “Okay.”

Amy already had her phone out. “Okay, so Mick Stone is on Insta.”

“He is?” Cillian said. “Let’s see.”

Amy walked over, and we crowded around her phone.

“Seems he’s out of prison,” I said. “And living it up in the sun.”

“Where, though?” Finn asked.

“Here.” Amy pointed at a picture then clicked on it. “He’s in Dubai, and living there permanently judging by the comment beneath.”

Living it large, ain’t coming back to fucking miserable Blighty…ever.

“Okay, so we can pretty much rule him out.”

Amy drew up a picture of Mick Stone with his arm around a pretty blonde in a bikini. She had a snake tattoo around her waist.

“They’ve both got wedding rings on,” Cillian said. “He’s out there with his wife, I reckon.”

“Living off profits from previous robberies, no doubt.” Finn tutted.

“So Reg Jacks is the other one who keeps springing to mind,” I said. “Is he on Insta?”

Amy checked. “No, not that I can see.” Quickly, she googled him. The only thing that came up was information about his court trial four years ago. A headline in theOxford Mail.Judge criticized for leniency in Jacks case.

“You think it could be him?” Finn asked.