Impeding Justice by Mel Comley Read Free Book Online

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You’ve made it clear you don’t want anything more to do with her
discipline. Well, I’ve got news for you, Tom. Kids stopped going to
church and singing in choirs long ago! You piss me off with your
"holier than thou" attitude. I can’t help wondering who the child
is in our family, Charlie or you!’
    The sound of the phone banging down brought her back to the
reality of what she’d said. Shit! He’ll be sulking for weeks now.
    Charlie had built a reputation for herself amongst Lorne’s
colleagues, one that caused Lorne embarrassment, but the way Tom
used their daughter’s antics as a weapon, caused her hurt. If you were any kind of mother! If
you were around more she wouldn’t be like this!
    Maybe the ring of truth didn’t help, but
neither did the company Charlie kept. One or the other of them
seemed to always be up before the magistrates youth court. Charlie
had been near to it herself, but colleagues had come to the rescue
just in time and the CCTV footage of her so-called friend’s
behaviour had shocked her, not in its contents, but to think her
own daughter was involved in such hooliganism.
    Her well-thumbed copy of "The guide to
successful parenting" hadn’t helped either, as none of the
suggestions had worked with Charlie.
    Even a professional counselling session had
ended in disaster with Charlie lashing out physically and verbally
before bolting from the room. On that occasion, they’d punished her
by locking her in her bedroom, but Charlie had escaped through her
window, almost breaking her neck in the process.
    Tom had given up after that and resorted to
firing the blame her way every time Charlie mucked up.
    Well sod him! If it’s down to me to sort out
the little minx then that is exactly what I’m going to do!
    Before Tom could ring back for round two, she
placed a call to the front desk
    ‘ Sergeant Harris, it's DI
Simpkins.’
    ‘ Yes, ma’am, gone missing
again has she? I’ll get the guys to keep an eye out for the young
whippersnapper.’
    ‘ Are you sure you’re not my
Guardian Angel in disguise?’
    ‘ Damn, the secrets out.
Don’t worry, ma’am, my lot’ll track her down.’
    ‘ Thanks, Burt, I’ll be sure
to remember you at Christmas.’
    The banter had calmed her. She liked the
Sergeant. She went back to what she’d been doing, confident one of
the bobby’s on the beat would find Charlie and get her home safely
within the hour.

Chapter Ten.
     
    ‘ Have you managed to find
out anything?’
    Warner laughed. ‘I forgot to tell you I have
a nickname…’
    ‘ Oh, what?’
    ‘ Mole Catcher.’
    ‘ Meaning you do have
something, well, get on with it the suspense is killing
me.’
    ‘ First up, Alan Jackson,
haven’t you ever wondered where he gets his money from?’
    ‘ It has been bandied about,
yes. Why, are you about to tell me something bad?’
    ‘ No, Alan Jackson is the son
and heir to the MP of Gloucester, Lord St John-Jackson. A multi,
multi- millionaire so far up the Prime Minister’s arse he’d need an
operation to detach the bugger.’
    ‘ You’re kidding me. What the
hell is he doing in the force?’
    ‘ Daddy has told him to make
his own way in life. He’s new to your team isn’t he?’
    ‘ Yeah, about six months I
suppose, why?’
    ‘ Rumour has it Daddy used to
give young AJ an allowance, but didn’t like the way he spent it. So
he pulled the plug. I’m discounting him, but watch your back,
Lorne, he has influential links.’
    ‘ Message received. Go
on.’
    ‘ Simon Teller is as clean as
boiled undies.’
    ‘ I think I know where this
is leading. I can’t believe it…’
    ‘ Believe it, Lorne.
Everything points to Laura Crane being your mole. You said
something about her living at home caring for her sick
mother?’
    ‘ That’s right.’
    ‘ WRONG! Her mother died five
months ago of cancer.’
    ‘ Jesus, but…’
    ‘ It’s true, her mother left
Crane the house in her will. I’ve gone through her bank accounts
and found