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    “This is promising. Rex, we’re searching for anything with the words Chukka Boot Killer. The story got him an agent nine months ago. If he was close to publishing a real case, then that could have earned him an enemy.”
    Four more hours and a Chinese takeout later, the pair found pages to Lawrence’s Chukka Boot Killer manuscript.  
    Eddie read an excerpt aloud, “The Chukka Boot Killer wrapped his leather glove around the brass door handle. After a slow twist, he shoved the door wide open. In a second, he fired his bullet and the accountant died at his desk. Not a second to see his killer, not a moment for his life to flash by ”
    “What’s a chukka boot?” Rex said. He typed it into the search engine and pressed enter. “The chukka boot is a desert boot usually made of suede.”
    Eddie stood over Rex’s shoulder. “Search Chukka Boot Killer.”
    “It says here there is a gangster named Terry Palmer who made a name for himself in the late seventies. He was known for wearing his chukka boots.”
    “Did he ever visit Cloisterham?”
    “He’s from Cloisterham.” Rex read aloud, “He’s a brutally violent man who hammers nails into his victims because bullets killed them too quickly. Ah crap. That’s not how Derek Lawrence was killed.”
    “No, but if he wanted to get away with it he’d kill in a different way.”
    “Oh yeah. This is excellent.”
    “I’ll stick with crap. This isn’t someone we want to get on the wrong side of.”
    “Chill out, Eddie. This is the best news we’ve had all day.”
    Eddie took over the mouse and scrolled through the information. “He has an autobiography, but I doubt he wrote a confession in it.”
    The door knocked, putting Rex and Eddie on edge. Harold poked his head in.
    “Come to empty your bins.”
    He surveyed the wet and stained papers covering the floor. The only spot free of soggy paper was the empty waste paper basket.
    Eddie lowered his head in shame. “We’re good thanks.” Harold flared his nostrils as he closed the door.  
    Rex hurried to the doorway. “Harold? Do you know anything about Terry Palmer?”
    ***
    Harold leaned back into their office chair. Rex and Eddie sat on the floor with their legs crossed.  
    “Bootsy, they call him. He’s a horrible bastard. You’ll never see him without those boots. I was told he even wore them at his wedding. Top hat, coat tails and chukka boots. The only time Palmer was caught without his boots was when he was caught with not much else.”
    Rex’s eyebrows lifted. “He was naked?”
    “The police found him walking down East Cloisterham High Street in nothing but his boxer briefs. They wanted a word with him because his brother Danny was murdered that night. Shot in the back of the head while working through his accounts.”
    “He was his accountant?” Rex asked.
    “Business partner. Terry did the crimes, and Danny funnelled the dirty money into legitimate businesses. So the rumours go.”
    “Sorry,” Eddie said. “Why was he in just his underwear?”
    “It was such a mess the killer would have been covered in Danny Palmer’s blood. They had footprints in the blood too. Just needed to find the boots."
    “Like Cinderella?” Rex said.
    “Bootsy walked away from it all. Since they found him without clothes or boots they had nothing on him.”
    Rex nudged Eddie. “Literally.”
    “Why would he kill his brother? He’d lose his ability to move his money?”
    “They went legit. Danny invested in an African diamond mine for them, and they were set. With Danny gone, Terry became the sole owner.”
    “What a bastard,” Rex said.
    “I told you, didn’t I?”
    “Not one witness saw Palmer covered in blood?” Eddie said.
    “His wife was his alibi. Said they’d got in an argument in bed, and he was kicked out before he could put his trousers on. Police asked him where he was going, and he told them he was off to the pub.”
    “What did you know about Derek