Legacy by Ian Haywood Read Free Book Online

report that would ultimately decide if a murder investigation would begin.
     
    Although he was a long serving, well-respected professional man, he still wasn’t immune from scrutiny and he too could also suffer the damage of heavy criticism – even to the point of it being irreparable.
 
    But right now, under the Coroner’s orders, the corpse was placed into a body bag and transferred into a van at the end of the alleyway to be driven to the local mortuary without further delay.
     
    This caused no end of excitement to the people gathered outside the cordon and they all watched on as the van began to slowly drive off.
     
    The forensic team continued with their painstaking investigation of the alleyway, but for the Coroner, his time at the scene was over - so with clipboard in hand, he reflected on what he had witnessed after being woken from a deep sleep by a telephone call just over an hour ago summoning him here.
     
    But there was more work to be done back at the mortuary where he would once again meet the corpse that had just left moments ago – this time to perform a post mortem examination.
     
    And as he reached the cordon, one of the policemen watching guard lifted the tape for the Coroner to walk through and as he went to thank him, his gaze immediately came across two people who stood out from the others in the crowd.
     
    A man and a woman who he immediately recognised and one nod from the man silently told him what had to be done.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    I was taken to the local police station and after being checked in by the Duty Officer, my clothes had been taken away for forensics and even the underneath of my fingernails were scraped. I wasn’t officially charged with anything, but the attitude on some of the police officers certainly made me feel a lot more uncomfortable than what I already did as I was escorted from the police car.
     
    The Duty Officer was concerned with some of the injuries that I had sustained and did think that I should go to the hospital to be checked over, but I refused – I absolutely hate the places and even dread visiting anyone in them.
     
    One thing I was thankful for right now was that I had not been thrown into a police cell, but instead I was sitting on a hard chair wearing one of those white body suits that the crime scene people wear in the most depressing interview room imaginable.
 
    The room had an eerie claustrophobic feel to it and even though it was summer, it still felt like the inside of a refrigerator.
     
    I sat forward on the chair with my head pressed on top of my folded arms which were on the edge of a wooden table and as I did so, desperately tried to grasp what was happening to me.

Every minute inside the room felt like hours and as each one slowly passed, I could feel myself beginning to grow more and more agitated - after all, I had done nothing wrong and was the victim in all of this, but here I was sitting inside the police station all alone without any explanation why, being treated like some kind of criminal.
 
    My mood was beginning to swing from upset to anger and I fought hard to control each of them otherwise I could do something that I would later regret as it was blatantly clear that I was in enough trouble already without making matters worse for myself.
 
    I was once again beginning to wonder if I had been forgotten about when I suddenly heard the sound of a heavy lock turning and I lifted my head to catch sight of the door slowly opening to allow two suited men to enter and judging by the expressions on their faces, I knew that whatever was about to happen next was not going to be easy for me.

The two men were quite clearly different ages and the oldest sported a well trimmed moustache while the younger one preferred to stay clean shaven and I could see that he liked to keep himself in good shape whilst the older one was obviously fighting a