Lord Buddha, The Dhammapada By the time I left Peter Ashley’s hotel last night I was completely drained of coherent thought. I told him everything I knew about the murders except the addresses of PC and DTs, and where to find Jingjai. I had worried that he would want to grab the first blunt object to hand and beat his brother’s killer – and his dumb accomplice – to a pulp. Recounting my findings to him was a calculated risk, but one I had to take. His brother had been murdered, after all. To my relief, however, with the facts before him his reaction was more considered and less angry than anticipated. I think his main feeling was relief; that closure might at last be near. Ashley even started calling me ‘David’ towards the end. Much more of this and people will say we’re in love. The former army man also appreciated immediately the dilemma we had: as the killer is a policeman, how will the police themselves react to this news?
