Back The Friend
Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Acknowledgements
  67. About the Author
  68. 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.’