Frozen Grave by Lee Weeks Read Free Book Online

other residents took it in turns to wash the
stairs.’
    Willis was watching the council estate – it seemed peaceful. It was school time. Monday midday. A few mums were chatting and pre-school kids were running around the green bits between the
buildings. Dogs were coming out to defecate. She looked back at Parade Street and at Carter, who was still being nostalgic. A police van drew up behind them and uniformed officers got out.
    ‘Okay – we’ll brief the team and get on with it.’ Twenty minutes later the five teams of two were ready to move into the estate. Two of the teams got back into the van
and were taken to start at the other end of the large estate.
    ‘Keep in constant touch with each other. Anything you think should be followed up then call Detective Willis or myself and we’ll pursue it. We have armed officers ready to assist
should we need them but I want to keep this friendly. This is an exercise to find out if anyone saw anything last evening and to locate Balik.’
    Willis and Carter made their way past the garage block where Willis had encountered Mason and his dog, Sandy. They headed towards the flats to the right of the tower block, where Carter had
thought he’d seen someone run. They walked past the flats at ground level, with their small back yards where kids were playing. The place had the feel of a ghost town. Litter blew past their
feet. In the kiddies’ park was one of the children on a squeaky sea-saw, whilst his mother leant on it with one hand and talked on her phone with the other. She watched the officers
approaching and her eyes went up to the block of flats behind her. Willis looked up and heard a dog barking.
    No one wanted to talk to them. They got a call from Team 3, the two officers who had taken the middle section of the estate.
    ‘Sir? Found someone willing to say something about the gangs. Mahmet Balik stays with his grandfather on the sixteenth floor of the tower block at your end. They didn’t know what
number it was but they said his flat looks over the kiddies’ playground.’
    ‘Okay, thanks.’
    The entrance door to the tower block was propped open. The entry phone had been dismantled.
    ‘Don’t touch the banisters,’ said Willis. ‘Sometimes they Sellotape used syringes underneath.’ Carter retracted his hand quickly.
    ‘I forgot you spent time with your mum in one of these estates.’
    ‘Not such a bad place when you know the rules,’ said Willis. ‘Not a place I can get sentimental about though.’
    Carter turned back, walked towards the lift and pressed the button.
    ‘Miracle, it works,’ he said and recoiled as the door opened and the smell of urine hit them. It had crystallized on the floor. He stepped inside, followed by Willis.
    ‘Better than walking up to the sixteenth,’ he added. ‘But only just.’
    They got out to the sound of a baby crying somewhere along the corridor. There was the smell of breakfast lingering in the hallway.
    ‘Got to be this way if it overlooks the playground,’ said Carter as he walked along the landing and took a right. They stood and listened. Only two of the five flats had any noise
coming from them. The first one appeared unoccupied.
    They knocked on the second and waited. A dog barked on the other side of the door.
    ‘Hello, Mr Balik?’
    There was the sound of a chain being latched across. An old man swore at the dog.
    ‘Yes, what do you want?’
    ‘Can we have a word?’
    They stood back from the door as it opened and the dog forced its head through the gap to snarl at them. It had the body of a punchbag and the head of a gargoyle.
    The old man poked his head round the door too.
    ‘Mr Balik?’ repeated Carter.
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘We are police officers.’ He showed his warrant card. ‘Is Mahmet around?’
    ‘Who?’ The old man tried to get around the dog as he held on to the collar.
    ‘Your grandson.’
    ‘No.’ He started to close the door. Carter put a hand on it to keep it open. The dog