Deadly Obsession by Nigel May Page B

the factory. All that Amy had been left with was the house in Sale. But even that was a poisoned chalice – the mortgage payments were through the roof and with no income coming in, Amy was advised to sell up at a loss and downsize. Her life had gone from flash to trash in just a matter of weeks. Any fight and strength that she had once possessed had been punched from her in the aftermath of Riley's death. With the little money she had that was hers, savings she had managed to build up during her all-too-brief marriage to Riley, she left for London and a new beginning. It may not have been the wisest choice given the cost of living but Amy chose it as she needed to still feel part of something alive when so much around her was dead. London was vibrant and exciting and in the back of her mind she needed to feel that one day maybe she could sample another piece of the action, the glamour that she’d had with the The Kitty Kat Club. There was still a flicker of a dream in the back of her mind. But the dream had become a nightmare. She had rented a small one-bedroom flat and made extra cash by flogging her once prized designer gear on eBay. Needs must when the devil drives and the devil was definitely not driving the kind of car she’d been used to with Riley.
    Now the new beginning was looking like it was heading for a U-turn. Riley had mentioned Tommy’s name on the letter and it was clear that Tommy and Jemima had definitely had a lot to gain from Riley’s death, especially if they’d known that Riley was leaving them pretty much everything in his will. But wouldn’t that have been kind of obvious? And surely the police would have investigated that?
    The police had gone quiet about the whole investigation almost overnight. At the time Amy had thought that their apparent disinterest in following anything up relating to the murders of her husband and best friend was down to a lack of evidence. Who was she to question ? If they had no clues, then all they could be was indeed clueless.
    For a while she had chased DI Chapman about it, desperate to know the truth but then she’d been told that he’d moved on. The woman on reception she had spoken to on the phone at the station was evidently a fresh rookie and was seemingly more than a little impressed that she was speaking to the former owner of The Kitty Kat Club. It had made her a little bit more talkative than perhaps a police station worker should be. Amy had no sooner introduced herself than … bam, off she flew.
    â€˜I loved your club, I tried to buy tickets when Jason Derulo did a PA there. And when you had Scott Disick from the Kardashians in town. But I failed miserably both times. Were they nice people? They seem like it?’
    Amy was a little bamboozled by the girl’s enthusiasm and tried to cast her mind back to when the two stars had appeared. ‘Er … yes, they were. Especially Jason,’ she fudged.
    â€˜That body of his is off the hook insane. I wouldn’t mind him being arrested and brought in here, I tell you.’ The rookie laughed at her own joke. ‘So, you’re after DI Chapman. You’re out of luck. He’s not here. Can anyone else help?’
    â€˜When will he be back?’ enquired Amy.
    There was a pause. And then a hushed reply. ‘Well, to be honest he won’t be, which is such a shame, as he was always one of the fittest blokes in here.’
    â€˜He won’t be back? Are you sure?’ stumbled Amy.
    â€˜He’s moved on. Apparently there was talk of some kind of major promotion to a top earning job at the other end of the country somewhere – not sure where. Such a shame. We’ve all been talking about it.’ She stopped in full flow before heading off on a tangent. ‘So I assume you won’t be opening the club again then? I loved the sound of your theme nights – eighties, gay, hard-house. I wanted to try them all.’
    Amy hastily ended