Dancing With the Virgins by Stephen Booth Read Free Book Online

atmosphere was all wrong. There was nothing dark and claustrophobic about this murder scene, unlike so many others he had come across. Very often a killing occurred within a close relationship, usually within the confines of a family, where emotions ran high and someone was finally driven to extremes. Here, though, the feeling he got was of space and timelessness, a place where everything ran to its natural sequence, just as it had done for thousands of years. Here, the slow dance of the seasons repeated itself endlessly on an almost empty stage as nature rolled from life to death and back to life again. Cooper had learned to keep quiet about his thoughts at times. Most senior officers, like DCI Tailby, prided themselves on being practical, logical men. Tailby was from Nottingham, raised in suburban streets and com prehensive schools. He preferred to leave it to people like Ben Cooper to be imaginative - he seemed to regard it as some kind of local idiosyncrasy, a queer character istic inherited from the distant Celtic ancestors of the Derbyshire hill folk .
    Cooper watched his fellow officers. Some of them certainly looked as though they felt disorientated and isolated from the realities of the twenty-first century up here. As if to emphasize the point, the sound of a steam train starting up seemed to reach them from the valley below.
    ‘ There's the train,' said Cooper.
    ‘ What?' said Tailby.
    ‘ It's the Peak Rail line. They run restored steam engines on it. For the tourists, you know. ’
    A white plume hung across the lights in the bottom of the valley, drifting with the breeze back towards Matlock and vanishing into the darkness as the chug of the engine receded .
    Tailby spun on his heel. 'Time to talk to the Rangers,' he said.
    ‘ We'll need to get proper lights set up here, you know,' said the Senior SOCO, 'if you really want photos of that inscription.'
    ‘ Believe me,' said Tailby, 'I want everything.'
     

 

     
     

    4
    The young Ranger looked vaguely familiar to Ben Cooper. But then, he knew lots of Ropers - one of them had been his Maths teacher at school, another ran the garage on Buxton Road; and he had once arrested a Roper for indecency. They were all certain to be related .
    Mark was a tall young man, with wide shoulders that didn't quite fit the rest of his body. His muscles had some catching up to do, but he was wiry and fit. Cooper noticed he had a small streak of vomit staining the front of his red Peak Park Rangers jacket. Somebody at the Partridge Cross Ranger Centre had made him several cups of tea. The tea had done nothing for his pallor, but at least his kidneys were working at full capacity. He emerged from the loo just as the police arrived .
    Mark sat down unsteadily when DCI Tailby introduced himself and opened the questioning.
    ‘ I was patrolling the moor,' said Mark. 'Ringham Moor. I was on the path from the east, going towards the Virgins.'
    ‘ That's the stone circle.'
    ‘ It's just one of the stone circles. But it's the one that everybody knows.'
    ‘ All right.'
    ‘ I was near the Virgins when I saw a bike.'
    ‘ Hold on. Before that, did you see anyone else on the moor?'
    ‘ Nobody at all. It was quiet.'
    ‘ Nobody? Think right back to when you first left the centre. ’
    Mark looked automatically towards the window. Cooper followed his gaze. A silver Land Rover with a thin red stripe was parked outside. Beyond the Ranger Service sign on its roof, the dark hump of the moor was still visible against a pale sky.
    ‘ There was a man working in a field on this side of the moor, mending gates. I've seen him before. There was no one else.'
    ‘ OK. Describe this bike,' said Tailby .
    Now Mark seemed to regain a bit more confidence. He produced a small notebook from the pocket of his fleece and turned the pages. But he spoke without looking at his notes. The scene was still fresh enough in his mind.
    ‘ It was a yellow Dawes. I recognized it as one of the hire bikes. It had