Chapter 168 Chapter 167

Isaac nodded in agreement. "At present, the kidnapping in Molde is regarded as an unrelated incident. While the police in North Wales will do their best, if Uncle Tom has any sense, he will ensure that the body is not found. This time There will be no business cards." Claire asked boldly: "Are we realistic? Or let hope replace reality?" "Realistic," Isaac assured her. "Remember, Thomas Bristow was arrested by the Metropolitan Police on the basis of an anonymous snitch call. The caller said he had seen his car in Southall, very close to where the body was found. .Someone must have known he was a pedophile to report him."

"It was caused by a public criminal record. In his day, he was covered in newspapers and his name was on the sex offender register." "That's true. But Greg Randall's sexual preferences are completely hidden from the public. Matt, I repeat, our conversation must be kept private. Greg went to A private clinic because he was very concerned about his growing sexual preference for children, underage girls. Yes, he was a pedophile, but don't let that cloud your judgement. It doesn't make He became a murderer, like Thomas Bristow." "Then why did the police arrest him in the first place?"

"I was about to say this. Greg paid a lot of money and started an expensive course called aversion therapy to try and control this unwanted desire. He kept it a secret, family, colleagues, everyone. No idea. In December, he went to Woolwich for an appointment at a clinic. But for some reason, there was no such thing as an appointment, and Greg had nothing to do in town. On the same day, Almost around the corner, the little girl was killed. A nurse at the clinic where Greg was being treated apparently connected the two events and notified the police and social services." "Didn't you say that this nurse framed him?"

"Of course not. I thought maybe the real Uncle Tom was a patient in this clinic too. Someone who might have seen Greg there, or at least knew he was being treated there." "Where is this clinic?" "Quinlan Institution, in Seven Oaks. Lots of convicted sex offenders go to them. Maybe I'm delusional, but Thomas Bristol went to Quinlan Institution, years ago." "Oh my God!" Claire sat up straight. "Michael Bates was treated there too." "Who?" Matt succinctly described their meeting with Bates. "Can I ask how you know him? Oh no, I don't want to know." Isaac shook his head in disbelief. "I bet his driver's license was missing, lost or stolen while he was at the agency."

"We've got to tell the police, Matt." "It's not that time yet, Claire. The last time I was bitten by a snake once, I was afraid of well ropes for ten years. I think we should follow up and investigate ourselves first, and see what else we can gain." "I agree," said Isaac, "but it's mostly up to the two of you. I'll be in the Crown Court for most of this week, and possibly the next, as deputy to a judge. Gray Go Randall isn't the only one who needs my vindication. But I don't think it's a waste of time to investigate the Quinlan Agency in detail. Journalistic investigations, I think that's what they're called, right, Matt? "

"Your confidence in me is inspiring, Jeremy, but maybe it shouldn't be. I don't know where to start." "How about talking to the nurse who denounced Greg Randall first? She sounds like one of those good-natured people who doesn't make up her mind. Use her guilt. Convince her that she indirectly put an innocent person in jail, Maybe she'll have a bad conscience and turn over the profile of every disgusting pervert who knocks on the door of their clinic."