Back Blunt Force
Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Author’s Note
  31. Acknowledgements
  32. About the Author
  33. Letter from Author

‘You’re looking like a happy bunny this morning,’ she observed. ‘I see you’ve got your favorite tweed suit out of moth balls. Nice tie, too. What are you up to?’

Spencer grinned. ‘I’m going to interview two movie actors about Charles Foxley. One lives in a posh place in Hampstead and another not far from home.’

Jane signed out the diary and the small leather-bound notebook.

‘How did it go last night with the counsellor?’

Spencer laughed. ‘I reckoned counsellors were all a load of wankers, but this one was rather nice, with a great pair of pins. The overall feeling was that we should talk more, which is all we seem to bloody do. Anyway, it seems she wants to start a training course so she can teach yoga, which her father agreed to pay for, and hopefully that’ll calm her down. So it’s onwards and upwards.’

He walked off, whistling to himself.

*

Two hours later Jane was still working on listing the names from the notebook to compare with those in the agency diary. There were frequent references to ‘KW’ alongside the Premiere Hotel or the Ritz Carlton. These were often accompanied by ringed numbers of three and six, but she couldn’t match any of these with the diary entries and she had not found any reference to drugs or cash payments.

She was relieved to see DS Lawrence arrive for a meeting with Tyler. He stopped by her desk.

‘I’ve checked the list of medications that you compiled from Justine Harris’s bathroom cabinet. Seems the lady is taking a cocktail of prescription drugs for an array of mental issues. We are pretty certain that the trainer you brought in, although the left foot, is the make and size of the one that made the bloody footprint. And we did some tests on the coat and I’m certain it will match the victim’s blood group. You also brought in some of the bedding from the victim’s bed – I wasn’t sure why you had included that.’

Jane shrugged. ‘I just found it very strange that, although the victim had been dead for a number of days, the bed looked as if it had only just been slept in and nothing had been disturbed in the bedroom. That’s why I also brought in the dirty drinking glasses.’

Lawrence checked his wristwatch. ‘Well, we’ve got a lot of prints, and the guy checking them out is pretty certain they were left by the victim. However, I did find two things of interest: caught in the pillowcase was one long blonde hair, and there was also some staining and another hair on the sheet. We are using a UV light test that will establish the presence of semen.’

‘You know she is being earmarked as a suspect.’ Jane said. ‘What do you think?’