Final Verdict by Sally Rigby

 Final Verdict

Final Verdict by Sally Rigby (Cavendish & Walker #6)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.7 MB

Sally Rigby was born in Northampton, in the UK. She has always had the travel bug, and after living in both Manchester and London, eventually moved overseas.

The judge has spoken……everyone must die.
When a killer starts murdering lawyers in a prestigious law firm, and every lead takes them to a dead end, Detective Chief Inspector Whitney Walker finds herself grappling for a motive.
What links these deaths, and why use a lethal injection?
Alongside forensic psychologist, Dr Georgina Cavendish, they close in on the killer, while all the time trying to not let their personal lives get in the way of the investigation.

Whitney slumped in the chair. After everything else that had happened with her mum, she didn’t deserve this. ‘Does she know?’

‘She knows about the lump and that the doctor has suggested she has more tests. We haven’t discussed possible outcomes with her. Not at this stage.’

‘How did she take it?’

‘In her stride. She didn’t seem unduly alarmed. We don’t want you to worry her when you speak.’

‘I won’t. Please keep me informed. I want to know as soon as the appointment comes through because I’m going to go with her.’

‘That’s not necessary, if you’re busy.’

‘I’ll be going, whatever’s happening at work,’ she said, a this is not up for discussion tone to her voice, which she immediately regretted as she knew all the staff had her mum’s best interests at heart.

‘We’ll send a carer to go with you both,’ Lorraine said in a gentle voice.

One Whitney recognised as she often used it with families of victims.

‘Thank you, but it’s not necessary as I’ll be there.’

Whitney was grateful for everything Lorraine and her team did, but she was going to be with her mum every step of the way.

‘We can discuss it once the appointment has come through,’ Lorraine said.

‘I’m going to see her now.’ Whitney stood and left the room, not wanting to talk further, in case she burst into tears.

She headed to the day room, where her mum usually spent the morning, and drew in a deep breath, forcing her tense body to relax. It would only make things worse if her mum noticed how uptight she was. Especially if she was having one of her good days and was able to see straight through her.

The large room was pleasant, light, and airy, despite the furniture being worn, and her mum was sitting in one of the easy chairs watching the television. Morning TV had never been her thing when she was fit and healthy. But at least now it kept her occupied. She walked over to her.

‘Hello, Mum,’ she said. There was no answer, and Whitney swallowed.

At only sixty-five, her mum was young to be in a care home, but she’d been unable to look after herself or Whitney’s brother, Rob, who was now living in a different care home. He’d been attacked in his teens and suffered irreparable brain damage. Their mum had looked after him for years, but since her own diagnosis, there was no other option but for them to move into specialist facilities. Whitney hated her family being apart, but what else could she do?

It didn’t help that Whitney’s daughter, Tiffany, was overseas in Australia. Should she tell her what was happening with her granny? Or was it too soon?

‘Mum?’ she repeated.

Her mum finally turned, eyes glazed, and mouth set in a concerned line. Whitney’s heart sank. It was clearly one of her not so good days.

‘Hello. What are you doing here?’ her mum asked, turning back towards the television.

‘I’ve come to see you.’

‘I can’t talk at the moment. Ellen’s show is on. Can you come back later?’

Tears formed in Whitney’s eyes and she blinked them away.

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