Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
‘Just wrong … I can’t imagine how it gets left on his lap like that.’ Joel tried to run a simulation through his mind of Daniel Evans’s arrival. The state of mind he must have been in to come here to end his own life. Yet he had cleared a space and dragged a chair out into the middle, and had pulled the blinds down to reveal a window that he then hadn’t faced, preferring instead to face the door and whoever was to discover him from the hallway beyond. He had then turned the gun on himself at an awkward angle when he could have easily jammed it under his chin or in his teeth. Death would have been quick, his loss of cognitive ability would have been instant, and yet the weapon had untangled itself from his trigger finger – or thumb as was more likely – to end up on his lap.
‘Let’s get a better grip on the outer cordon before anyone else gets here. We’ll put it on from the main vehicle gate. The cars that are here will need to stay here for now; CSI will want tyre prints for elimination. And can you find out if we’ve got a Police Search Adviser on today? I doubt they’ll have a team until tomorrow but they’ll appreciate an early heads-up.’
‘No problem.’ Sergeant Taylor instantly stepped away, her phone already in her hand.
‘Once the walkthrough’s done I’ll need to speak with you.’ Joel was staring back over at the wide-eyed security guard.
‘With me … What for?’ he breathed.
‘Standard. Whoever finds the body has to tell us all about it. It should be a pretty simple statement, nothing to worry about.’
‘OK …’ he said, though he still seemed unsure.
‘Where’s your dog? Do you need to check on it, or …’
‘My … Oh, I don’t have a dog. The budget ran out.’
‘Your van says—’
‘I know, it says dog. We leave it on there as a bit of a warning, you know …’
‘I see. I feel safer already.’
The sergeant walked back into view as she was ending a call. ‘Right then. You’ve got four coming to help out. I’ll stick around until I’m needed elsewhere. I spoke to the FRU who have the list of on-call PolSAs. They have your number to pass over once they get someone.’
‘Excellent, thank you.’
‘Anything else you need?’
‘I don’t think so. I’ll speak with CSI and then I’m going to have a drive round the area to see what we’ve got in the way of CCTV or Automatic Number Plate Recognition. Even a neighbour with a pair of eyes would do. I’m not holding out much hope seeing as we’re in the middle of nowhere and it’s a Sunday.’
‘Some of the other units on the estate might have some activity, even on a Sunday.’