who,’ she said with a smile as she placed the cup of coffee in front of Dylan and walked out.
‘ Yeah, whatever,’ said Vicky as she sat down and mopped up the liquid that had spilt on her paperwork with a tissue from her pocket. ‘You watch, what goes around comes around.’
‘ Well it can’t come soon enough for me. If it wasn’t for the fact that she knew so much... well, let’s just say I’d have her guts for garters,’ Dylan spat.
Vicky raised her eyebrows. ‘And what’s that, pray?’
‘It ’s private. Nothing for you to worry yourself about,’ he said.
***
DI Dylan’s thoughts were interrupted by Lisa’s voice from where she had retreated to her desk outside his office. ‘Sergeant Megnicks on the phone for you again, sir!’
‘Dylan, ’ he snapped as he picked up the phone.
‘ Just had it confirmed that the bike was stolen from outside number 27, Maple Crescent, Tandam Bridge. The house is literally on the canal bank towpath. The trusting owner had placed it outside his front gate with no lock to secure it, in fact nothing more than a “For Sale” sign.’
‘Damn, ’ said Dylan. ‘So the bike might not be connected?’
‘ The “For Sale” sign has been recovered by the officer attending and it’s awaiting fingerprint examination so we’ll have to see if we have any marks of significance.’
‘ Update me as and when.’
‘ Will do, sir.’
***
Lunchtime and the identity of the man found in the canal still remained a mystery.
Dylan picked up his phone and dialled the press office. ‘Debbie Canavan?’ asked Dylan.
‘Yes. ’
‘Dylan. ’
‘ Thanks for ringing,’ she said.
‘I ’ve got that update you were requesting on the dead man we recovered from the canal yesterday,’ he said.
‘ A brief description of the clothing would be great to give out to the press. It might jog someone’s memory, and in turn assist in his identification for you maybe?’
‘I ’ll get it faxed over,’ he said checking his watch. ‘Crikey, I’m due at the mortuary at ten thirty for the post-mortem.’
***
Jen sat at her desk. Her mind in a turmoil. ‘Jennifer,’ shouted Avril Summerfield-Preston, from the bowels of her office. She appeared at her door and headed in Jen’s direction. ‘I need to do a back-to-work interview with you, but first I want you to go to pick up some papers from court and get my dry cleaning,’ she said. Retrieving a dry cleaning docket from her purse she thrust it into Jen’s hand.
‘ Can I just ring and see how Max is, Avril...’
‘Now would not be a good time,’ she said, screwing up her nose. She folded her arms, turned and smiled sweetly at Jen.
Suddenly Jen felt angry, an anger that only Avril Summerfield-Preston it appeared could conjure up in her. Jen was thankful for the support of her work colleagues who were all perplexed by Avril ’s persona or had been at the end of her scornful conduct at one time or another.
***
Dylan crossed the tarmac in the police station’s yard to his car, he turned. Where was Detective Constable Vicky Hardacre? Was it too much to expect her to be following him as requested? Detective Sergeant Paul Robinson appeared as if from nowhere.
‘ Great timing. You, my friend need a real job to get you back into the routine of proper police work. You’ve been languishing on that development course at training school for far too long. In fact is that a spare tyre I see round your midriff?’
‘ Three cooked meals a day, with pudding,’ Paul said patting his stomach. ‘The wife’s not impressed.’
‘ Wait till you see your sister Fearne. She’ll have something to say about those added pounds.’
‘What Fitness Fearne? She already has. She also said she’d been working with you.’
‘Yeah, she did a good job for us. I was impressed. That reminds me I need to update you regarding the missing corpse and the man pulled from the canal. Oh, and by the way Vicky’s going to be “acting up”. Keep
‘ Yeah, whatever,’ said Vicky as she sat down and mopped up the liquid that had spilt on her paperwork with a tissue from her pocket. ‘You watch, what goes around comes around.’
‘ Well it can’t come soon enough for me. If it wasn’t for the fact that she knew so much... well, let’s just say I’d have her guts for garters,’ Dylan spat.
Vicky raised her eyebrows. ‘And what’s that, pray?’
‘It ’s private. Nothing for you to worry yourself about,’ he said.
***
DI Dylan’s thoughts were interrupted by Lisa’s voice from where she had retreated to her desk outside his office. ‘Sergeant Megnicks on the phone for you again, sir!’
‘Dylan, ’ he snapped as he picked up the phone.
‘ Just had it confirmed that the bike was stolen from outside number 27, Maple Crescent, Tandam Bridge. The house is literally on the canal bank towpath. The trusting owner had placed it outside his front gate with no lock to secure it, in fact nothing more than a “For Sale” sign.’
‘Damn, ’ said Dylan. ‘So the bike might not be connected?’
‘ The “For Sale” sign has been recovered by the officer attending and it’s awaiting fingerprint examination so we’ll have to see if we have any marks of significance.’
‘ Update me as and when.’
‘ Will do, sir.’
***
Lunchtime and the identity of the man found in the canal still remained a mystery.
Dylan picked up his phone and dialled the press office. ‘Debbie Canavan?’ asked Dylan.
‘Yes. ’
‘Dylan. ’
‘ Thanks for ringing,’ she said.
‘I ’ve got that update you were requesting on the dead man we recovered from the canal yesterday,’ he said.
‘ A brief description of the clothing would be great to give out to the press. It might jog someone’s memory, and in turn assist in his identification for you maybe?’
‘I ’ll get it faxed over,’ he said checking his watch. ‘Crikey, I’m due at the mortuary at ten thirty for the post-mortem.’
***
Jen sat at her desk. Her mind in a turmoil. ‘Jennifer,’ shouted Avril Summerfield-Preston, from the bowels of her office. She appeared at her door and headed in Jen’s direction. ‘I need to do a back-to-work interview with you, but first I want you to go to pick up some papers from court and get my dry cleaning,’ she said. Retrieving a dry cleaning docket from her purse she thrust it into Jen’s hand.
‘ Can I just ring and see how Max is, Avril...’
‘Now would not be a good time,’ she said, screwing up her nose. She folded her arms, turned and smiled sweetly at Jen.
Suddenly Jen felt angry, an anger that only Avril Summerfield-Preston it appeared could conjure up in her. Jen was thankful for the support of her work colleagues who were all perplexed by Avril ’s persona or had been at the end of her scornful conduct at one time or another.
***
Dylan crossed the tarmac in the police station’s yard to his car, he turned. Where was Detective Constable Vicky Hardacre? Was it too much to expect her to be following him as requested? Detective Sergeant Paul Robinson appeared as if from nowhere.
‘ Great timing. You, my friend need a real job to get you back into the routine of proper police work. You’ve been languishing on that development course at training school for far too long. In fact is that a spare tyre I see round your midriff?’
‘ Three cooked meals a day, with pudding,’ Paul said patting his stomach. ‘The wife’s not impressed.’
‘ Wait till you see your sister Fearne. She’ll have something to say about those added pounds.’
‘What Fitness Fearne? She already has. She also said she’d been working with you.’
‘Yeah, she did a good job for us. I was impressed. That reminds me I need to update you regarding the missing corpse and the man pulled from the canal. Oh, and by the way Vicky’s going to be “acting up”. Keep
Similar Books
Night Fury: Second Act
Belle Aurora
Printer in Petticoats
Lynna Banning
House Divided
Ben Ames Williams
A Novel
A. J. Hartley
Carpathian 05 - Dark Challenge
authors_sort
ARC: Crushed
Eliza Crewe
An Inconsequential Murder
Rodolfo Peña
The Masquerade
Alexa Rae
End Me a Tenor
Joelle Charbonneau
Silent Killer
Beverly Barton