Framed: A Ryan Parish PI Short Story-scene eight
‘The prick’s been lying to me, Ryan,’ said Maggie, as soon as she sat down.
‘The Prosecutor’s Office called as I was leaving the office. The police have cracked the password on his phone and accessed his photos.’ She stared at me, primal rage written all over her face.
I wondered if she was going to explode but she took a steadying deep breath and let out a sigh.
‘He took a photo of the body after he’d strangled her.’
I laughed. Clive had been framed alright. By himself.