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
Was that the voice of the man who had killed her husband?
Maybe she should call the police.
She reached into her pocket for the card the nurse had given her before she had left her daughter’s bedside, the one the ‘nice police officer’ had asked her to pass over.
‘DI Joel Norris,’ she read aloud. ‘Let’s see if you’ll take me seriously.’
Chapter 41
‘Just so happens I have a body missing one of these.’ Joel rolled the tightly tied bag over with his pen. It came to a rest against the edge of the shower tray in the hotel room still booked in the name of Danny Evans. The movement worsened the smell and caused straw-coloured fluid to run down the inside of the clear plastic bag. The change of position also made it far clearer what the bag contained and Joel could now fix on a set of melancholic eyes that stared out above a jagged neck wound. The stark white of human bone stood out from the dark tones of clotted blood and black hair.
Joel looked up to where DS Rose had taken a step away too. He could hardly blame her. ‘The job just down the road from here, the body on the beach. The superintendent said that was coming to us too.’ She spoke with her hand hovering over her mouth.
‘It already did. And there I was worrying that it might be taking a back seat indefinitely. Looks like I’ll be working on that sooner than I thought, seeing as it appears to be linked.’ Joel straightened up, sniffed at his pen and put it back in his pocket.
‘How though?’ DS Rose said, still speaking through her fingers.
‘Well, the dead man who took the life of our colleague also has a severed head in his hotel room that is very likely to match up with a recently discovered body.’
‘Very good. You know what I mean.’
‘Marcus Olsen is a registered sex offender. Danny Evans had a reason to dislike sex offenders. We will need to do a little more work to strengthen the link but that sounds like a place to start.’ Joel took a moment to run his eyes over the interior of the bathroom. Again, there was nothing to suggest recent use. The room had the feeling of being prepped for the next arrival.
‘What sort of room service cleans up round a rotting head?’ he said.
‘There was a Do Not Disturb hanger outside. We need to check how long that’s been adhered to. Someone has cleaned up.’
‘They have. And it makes no sense for that someone to be Danny Evans.’
‘Not if he planned to kill himself,’ DS Rose said.