Chapters (44)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- About the Author
- Also by Stephen Booth
- About the Publisher
She moved forward into the room, waving a copy of the press release. ‘Have you seen this?’ she said. ‘It’s ridiculous.’
‘Yes, we know,’ said Murfin. ‘We spotted it straightaway.’
‘Somebody should speak to Media Relations. This sort of thing makes us look stupid. I mean, what use is an appeal for information when they leave our phone number off?’
Murfin looked at the press release again. ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘So they did.’
‘The DI says we have a meeting tomorrow to review progress.’
‘Another review? We never seem to do anything else.’
‘It’s better than wasting time and effort rushing off in the wrong direction,’ said Fry. ‘Regular reviews ensure the most effective use of resources.’
Cooper glanced at her. She was sounding more like a manager every day.
‘Progress? What progress?’ said Murfin.
Fry flushed. ‘All right. That’s enough.’
‘Diane, before you go,’ said Cooper. ‘How obsessed would you say the Ridgeways were with exterminating squirrels?’
‘Oh, very.’
‘Obsessed enough to drive around the village at night shooting them out of the trees in other people’s gardens?’
‘Like Rose Shepherd’s garden, for example?’
‘Well, she has grey squirrels. If Mr and Mrs Ridgeway had taken a peek over her garden fence, they might have seen she was encouraging them and even feeding them, so decided to do something about it.’
‘Without speaking to her about it?’
‘Does that seem to fit their character?’
‘Oh, yes. I can believe they’d opt for direct action. In fact, I think Mr Ridgeway probably blasts everything in sight that doesn’t fit his criteria for being allowed to survive. You’re thinking Rose Shepherd went to her bedroom window at the wrong moment and got hit by a stray shot?’
‘Something like that.’
‘In fact, there’d have to be three stray shots, wouldn’t there?’
‘True.’
‘And – I’m sorry, Ben – but Mr Ridgeway only has an air rifle.’
‘So he says.’
Fry gave it some thought. ‘I didn’t like either of the Ridgeways – as you probably gathered.’
‘You don’t always make a secret of your opinion.’
‘And it’s true that they sounded as though they were already offering some kind of justification. When they talked about alien invasions, they didn’t just mean squirrels.’
‘Can I hear a “but” coming?’
‘Well, I think they’re probably all mouth. The really dangerous ones act on their beliefs – they don’t talk about them to any police officer who happens to come calling.’
‘I see.’
‘And, unfortunately, we don’t have any evidence to justify searching their house for an automatic weapon.’
‘Ah, that is true. We could ask them to let us do it voluntarily, though.’
‘Tell you what, why don’t you suggest your idea to the DI yourself, Ben? I’m only a supernumerary on the Shepherd enquiry. I’ve got other fish to catch.’