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

Jane arrived at the rifle club at 6:45 p.m. She used the code to open the garage gate, drove in a few yards and then got out and closed the gate. There were a few vehicles in the car park, but she didn’t see Dabs’s car. She rang for the entry door into the club to be opened as she still didn’t have the code. She had to wait a few minutes before the locks were electronically drawn back and the heavy iron door was opened. Elliott was wearing another one of his tracksuits and had a woolen hat pulled down low on his face.

‘Thanks for coming,’ he said, stepping aside for her to pass him. She followed him down the corridor and then entered the club where Vera was serving coffee to a handful of members, but Elliott had his hand in the small of Jane’s back, ushering her immediately to the shooting range. He opened the door, gesturing for Jane to go ahead. He then clicked on the red light for no admittance. She was beginning to feel tense as well as slightly annoyed.

‘Well, this is all very confusing,’ she said as she placed her handbag down on a shelf in one of the stalls.

He gave a small shrug and smiled. ‘I will keep this as brief as possible, but the most important element is I need to know if I can trust you.’

Jane needed to take a deep breath because she found the situation so uncomfortable, particularly when Elliott put his hand against her diaphragm and told her quietly to breathe deeply.

‘Get your fucking hand off me. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I’ve had enough,’ Jane snapped.

‘No, you have not,’ he said firmly. He nodded to a hardback chair against the stone wall at the end of the stalls. ‘Sit down.’

Jane was wary, but she did as he asked. He then picked up another straight-backed chair and placed it in front of her, sitting astride.

‘You must be aware of Operation Countryman.’

Jane nodded. ‘Of course. I doubt there’s a Met officer who isn’t.’

‘So you know that since 1978 there’s been an investigation into corruption targeting the Flying Squad. Although there have been major arrests for corruption, fraud and bribery, not one Flying Squad officer has as yet been charged and convicted.’

‘Well, maybe that’s because there wasn’t enough evidence, or the allegations were false,’ Jane retorted.

‘No, it’s because Countryman has faced massive obstruction from the Met’s senior management as well as the lower ranks. Their offices at Camberwell police station were broken into in an attempt to steal incriminating documents and evidence, forcing them to move to Godalming police station in Surrey, outside the Metropolitan Police District.’