Текст книги "Wrong Place: A gripping serial killer crime thriller"

Автор книги: M. A. Comley

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Silence filled the room for a few moments, then Joanna called out, “They’re either Sundays or Mondays. Is that what you’re hinting at, boss?”

“Spot on, Joanna. Go to the top of the class. And what does that tell us?”

Sally’s gaze latched on to Jack again. He fidgeted on the spot until Joanna spoke, “Are you insinuating the killer only visits the area on a Sunday or Monday, boss?”

“Either that, or the killer has some form of weird shift pattern. It’s something we’ve missed and should look into right away. Let’s start making a list of possible jobs and go from there.” Sally moved over to the clean whiteboard and wrote “lorry driver” at the top of the board.

“How does a lorry driver work shifts?” Jack asked.

“He doesn’t. I’m trying to think outside the box a little. What if a driver delivers regularly in the area on a Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday? I’m looking at the angle of someone being on the road rather than working a shift in a factory. Stick with me here.”

“I think I get where you’re heading. How are we going to find out?”

Sally tutted at her partner’s failure to think for himself. “By ringing the haulage firms in the area. That might be a good start, yes?”

“But there’s a car, not a lorry, on our radar, isn’t there?” Jack queried.

“You’re right. However, these drivers don’t tend to take the lorries they drive home with them, Jack. They would use their own vehicles to drive to and from base, wouldn’t they?”

“Okay, it was only an observation. No need to snap my head off. I’ll check into it.” Jack’s shoulders slumped as he made his way back to his desk.

Sally knew his outburst was born out of frustration and chose to ignore it. “Any other possibilities?”

“Like you say, shift workers. People working in a factory. Are there any around the area?” Jordan asked.

“Why don’t you find that out, Jordan? I know of at least two factories in the area. See if you can find any others, okay? I’m struggling to recall the names.”

The detective rushed back to his seat and tapped the keys on his computer. “Boss, that’s a negative. Just the two you suggested, from what I can see.”

“Get them on the phone, see what kind of shifts they work. Anything else?” Sally asked the rest of the team.

Joanna shrugged. “Some kind of salesman, the travelling variety. Not sure how we’ll be able to track down that kind of information, boss.”

“That’s a toughie. I like the idea, though. What if there’s a connection to the pubs? Do salesmen visit pubs?”

“I could ring the pubs where the victims worked and ask,” Joanna offered.

“Do that. How would that connect to our last victim, I wonder? She wasn’t a barmaid.”

“What if the rep sells savoury snacks? Petrol stations stock them, don’t they?” Jordan proposed.

“You’re right. Guys, I think we might finally be getting somewhere.”

The team busied themselves making call after call, and Sally’s heart swelled with pride at their enthusiasm. When six o’clock arrived, she dismissed the team and entered her office with the intention of making several calls. The first call she made was to the vet to see how Dex was faring. He was still sedated, but Dr. Munroe had managed to strap up the ribs to ease his discomfort. Next, Sally rang her parents to share the news and see if everything at home was all right. “Hi, Mum. Has everything been quiet around there today?”

“Yes, dear. I’ve stayed inside most of the day. I did look out the window once or twice to see if the neighbours were up to any mischief, but with you locking that little bugger up, things seem to be a bit calmer.”

“Well, I’ve got news on that front. I rang the council to lodge a complaint against the family. They informed me that they’d already issued the family with a final warning and will be following through on that warning and serving them an eviction order.”

“Wow, really? How wonderful.”

“Great news, except there’s every chance the family might kick off when they’re turfed out. If we can pin the council down to a definite day when that is going to take place, I could get uniformed police to patrol the area. It would put all our minds at ease, yes?”

“It would indeed, love. Have you rung the vets?”

“Yep, just got off the phone to him. Dex is still sedated, but recovering well. He’s young. I’m sure he’ll be fine once his bones knit together, Mum.”

“You’re full of good news today. What time will you be home? I’ve made toad in the hole for dinner.”

Sally groaned. “Bugger, I love that, but I’m going to pull an all-nighter, Mum. I have shitloads of paperwork and an interesting development has cropped up on the case that I want to focus on.”

“You can’t do that. Come home and start afresh tomorrow, love.”

“I’ll grab a few hours in the chair, Mum. I need to do it. I quite often do this. You just never hear about it.” Sally laughed when her mother gasped.

“How dreadful! I had no idea. Your father won’t be happy to hear about that.”

“I’m a grown woman. He’ll have to lump it. I’m going before the lecture goes OTT. See you both tomorrow.”

“I know it’s pointless to argue with you. Take care, darling.”

Sally hung up and immersed herself in the paperwork that had built up over the past few days. She finally gave into exhaustion and fell asleep at around one in the morning.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

A few days later, and with no other murders to contend with, Sally received the call from the prison to say that Dorling had regained consciousness and was now available to interview. She grabbed the sketch of the suspect and prodded Jack in the back as she walked through the incident room. “Time to go, partner.”

“Where are we going?” He trotted to catch up with her on the stairs.

“Prison. We’ve got the all-clear to speak to Dorling.”

“Hey, there’s one thing that’s bugging me about this.”

She stopped on the stairs and looked at him. “What’s that?”

“If it turns out that Dorling is innocent, in spite of the DNA pointing him out to be the killer, then surely he should be released, shouldn’t he?”

“One step at a time, Jack. Let’s see what he has to say first.”

During the journey, Sally contemplated her partner’s words. If Dorling was innocent, someone must have set him up. But who? And for what reason? Maybe showing him the sketch would help him answer that himself.

The prison warden, Ted Mountford, greeted them and showed Jack and Sally into the hospital wing. All the beds were empty, except one. They approached Dorling’s bed; he had his eyes closed.

“Dorling, are you awake?” Mountford shook the man’s shoulder gently.

Dorling’s left eye opened lazily and blinked shut again. “No. Go away,” he replied groggily.

“Wake up. The police are here to see you.”

“I’m tired. I’ve got nothing to say. They wouldn’t believe me anyway. That’s the bitch who banged me up.”

“Less of the insults, man. Wake up!” Warden Mountford’s voice grew in volume.

Sally tugged on the warden’s arm and moved closer to the bed. “Dorling, if you cooperate with us, I’ll do my very best to get you out of here. I promise.”

“Ha! When the filth makes a promise, I know you’re lying.”

“Not in my case, I assure you. Can you open your eyes and look at me?”

“No. For one thing, I can’t keep them open for long because of the drugs they’re pumping into me, and for another, why would I want to look at an ugly bitch like you?”

“That’s enough, Dorling. Show some respect,” the warden said.

“To someone who banged up an innocent man? That’ll be me by the way. I told her I didn’t do it, but she wouldn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry. At the time, we had DNA proof that put you at the scene. We call that incriminating evidence and find it hard to ignore.”

“So what’s changed? You didn’t believe me then. Why now?”

Sally sighed and pulled the sketch from her pocket. “Since then, another murder has been committed, while you were in here. Please, I have a picture of a possible suspect, if you’ll just open your eyes and look at the likeness our sketch artist drew.”

“I told you I wouldn’t be able to focus. Another murder, you say?”

“Yes, the thing is, the murderer left your DNA at the scene.”

Dorling sat upright in bed, his eyes twitching furiously but refusing to open. “What? How is that possible? Unless one of your lot effing done it, that is. You guys are known for tampering with evidence, ain’t ya? Well, this time, it’s come back and taken a chunk out of your arse, lady.”

“I really don’t think that’s the case. Please, look at the sketch.” Sally implored the prisoner.

One eye eased open, then the other. Before long, they clamped shut again, the effort proving to be too much for Dorling. “Nope, no help. Sorry.”

“Please try harder. Give me a break. It’s your skin I’m trying to save here.”

He tried a second time, with the same agonising, lacklustre result. “I can’t. Come back in a few days.”

Warden Mountford shook his head and escorted them from the room. “It’s no good. I don’t think he’s playing silly buggers, either. You’re aware of what injuries occur when someone tries to hang themselves, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m aware. Possible tearing of the eye muscles from the force.” He nodded. “Okay, we’ll leave it a few days and return on Monday. How’s that?”

“Sounds good to me. Sorry you’ve had a wasted trip.”

Once they were settled in the car, Sally struck the steering wheel with her hand. “Shit! You know what this means, don’t you?”

“No, what?”

She exhaled an impatient breath. “The weekend is fast approaching.”

“Sunday and Monday are when the killer strikes. I understand. Have you got any plans for the weekend?”

“I have to pick Dex up from the vet’s tonight, then I plan on making a fuss of him for the next few days—while mulling over the case, of course.”

“Why am I not surprised about that? You working the case on your weekend off, I mean.”

“What about you?” She started the car and drove out of the prison car park.

“Same old thing: Confrontation City, dead ahead.”

She glanced at him then looked back at the road. “I thought things had settled down at home?”

“They have slightly. It’s still like walking on a frozen lake, though. One wrong step, and you end up in the drink, gasping for breath.”

“Families! Don’t you just love them?”

“Not particularly, no!”

Back at the station, they found Detective Chief Inspector Mike Green standing at the whiteboard in the incident room.

“Hello, sir. Can I help at all?” Sally asked.

He continued to read the information, his arms folded and his brow furrowed. “I just thought I’d drop by so that you can bring me up to date on the case, Inspector, as you’ve neglected to do that particular task so far, in spite of my instructions.”

“Not intentional, I assure you, sir. The facts have been very hard to come by on this one.”

He unfurled one of his arms and tapped the top of the board with his outstretched finger. “DNA evidence is usually the key to any investigation, isn’t it, Inspector?”

“Ordinarily it is, sir. However, at the moment, it’s all very confusing. We arrested and charged a man for three of the murders, but then another victim landed on our patch with the man’s DNA. The thing is, he was behind bars at the time of the murder, so there is no chance he carried out the crime.”

“I see. What sort of DNA? Semen again?”

“Yes, sir. That type of DNA is hard to discount, as you can imagine.”

“So, what do you intend doing about it, Inspector?” his eyes remained on the board as he asked the question.

Sally gulped. “Our hands are tied right now, sir. We do have an initial sketch of another suspect, but I don’t think it’s a good likeness, to be honest. We’ve shown it to all the possible witnesses and haven’t produced a single name as yet.”

He slowly swivelled to face her, and his eyes widened once they landed on her face. “What the?”

Self-consciously, she looked away from her superior. “It’s nothing, sir.”

He marched past her. “In your office, now.”

Sally raised her eyes to the ceiling and told Jack to hold the fort. “Make sure everyone is chasing up what they need to chase, Jack. Looks like I’m in for a bumpy ride. Let’s try not piss him off any more than we have to, eh?”

The chief held open the door until she’d joined him. He slammed it shut after she’d sat in her chair behind the desk, which thankfully, she’d managed to clear a little. “In my defence, sir, one black eye was caused in the line of duty.”

He lowered himself into the chair opposite her and shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? It’s hardly professional to perform one’s duties as a serving detective looking as though you’ve gone ten rounds with Manny Pacquiao. What sort of image of the Norfolk Constabulary does that portray?”

“Accidents occur, sir. There was little I could do about dodging a suspect’s fist this time. I did try,” she stated, skirting the truth.

“Nevertheless, you should have informed me. Wait a minute… one eye, you said—how did the other eye get blackened then?”

Sally glanced out at the blue sky and sighed. “The other was a deliberate act by my ex-hubby.”

“Why? No, on second thoughts, I don’t want to get involved in that. I will say one thing; if any of my officers turn up looking the way you do, I should be informed about it immediately. What if the super had spoken to me about it? Can you imagine how foolish I would have felt not knowing what he was referring to?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t really think about that. I was too busy nursing my wounds, and my ego, for that matter.”

“Why on earth didn’t you ring in sick? At least for a day or two until the swelling abated?”

“You know me—or you should do by now. As long as my legs will carry me, I’ll always report for duty.”

“I’ll give you that. You’re like every other woman I have the misfortune of knowing—stubborn. Talking of the super, he’s hounding me for a conclusion on this case. He also wanted to know why there has been a significant lack of media attention?”

“Until now, sir, we haven’t had a lot to go on. I felt it was better to refrain from informing the media until we had something positive to announce. I was about to make an appeal when the DNA evidence pointed us in Dorling’s direction, and now this. Right from when we picked him up, I’ve had doubts about his guilt.”

“Then why arrest him?” The chief tilted his head a little.

“DNA, it’s what we work with. I have my team working on every angle to find the true perpetrator. The thing is, Dorling almost ended his life because we fu… screwed up.”

“That’s very unfortunate. So, are you looking into the possibility of someone trying to stitch this man up?”

“Yes, sir. Like I said, we have a preliminary sketch of a suspect, and I went to see Dorling today, hoping he could identify the man, but his eyes are severely damaged from his suicide attempt, although they should improve in time. I think if it meant he was able to discount himself and put someone else in the frame, he’d do it.”

“So what’s the next course of action for you, Inspector? Wait, before you try and answer that, I have to tell you that I’m seriously considering taking the case off you.”

“Why? I’m… we’re doing our best, and I truly do believe we’re close to finding the true culprit. Please, don’t take the case from under us now.”

“I feel for you. However, I have the super breathing his dragon-like breath down my collar. You know as well as I do the stringent targets we have to meet at present.”

“I’m all too aware of those idiotic targets, sir. I have to say in our defence that my team usually have no trouble meeting those targets.”

“Indeed. Maybe that’s the reasoning behind the super’s insistence—in the past, you’ve just been too good at your job. Now you’re being punished for your own success.”

“Jesus, really? It’s a bloody catch-22 situation. We’re damned if we do, and doubly damned if we don’t. Forgive me for retaliating aggressively, sir, but bloody hell, where is the justice in that?”

“There isn’t one. In the force’s eyes, it’s a matter of getting results or shipping failing officers out.”

Sally leaned against the back of her chair, the fight fleeing her rapidly. “Where’s the incentive in that? I don’t mean to be argumentative, sir, but sometimes, cases have a habit of spinning out of control, no matter how many hours you spend on them. You are aware that I’ve spent the last few nights here, sleeping at my desk, aren’t you?”

“No, I wasn’t aware. I’m not the one doubting you or your team’s capabilities—neither is the super, really—but targets are targets, and they need to be met.”

“I understand that, and believe me, I’m doing my utmost to adhere to those targets. Maybe we should show the criminals the spreadsheet and tell them to buck up their ideas. Now that’s a thought, isn’t it?”

His stern façade broke into a smile. “Has anyone ever told you how funny you are when you’re annoyed?”

“No. And now isn’t a very good time to start, either. Please, give us until the end of next week to come up with the goods.” Sally had a feeling her DCI was talking garbage anyway, given the size of the Norfolk Constabulary. The department didn’t have the resources to bring another team in to deal with the case and starting from scratch would have been more detrimental than allowing Sally’s team to continue to run the case.

He rose and walked towards the door. “Very well. On one condition.”

Sally bounced forward in her chair. “Name it.”

“That you keep me informed of your progress at the end of every day.”

“Crap! Really? That’s like returning to kindergarten rules.”

“You’re not the only one who needs to up their game, Inspector. There’s no need to give me an update this evening. Let’s start on Monday, okay?”

“If I must, sir. Enjoy your weekend.”

“You, too. Let’s hope your eyes are at least back to their normal size come Monday morning.”

He left the office. Moments later Jack walked in. “Everything all right, boss?”

“Tickety-boo, Jack. Tickety-fucking-boo,” she snapped at him. He retreated quickly, and she regretted taking her foul mood out on him. She kicked the table leg and winced with pain. Jesus, when are you going to learn to curb that temper of yours? She returned to the incident room and circulated it, speaking to each member of the team, getting updates on the tasks they’d been set. At the end of her tour, she clapped and called for their attention.

“Listen up, folks. I’m going to say this as it was said to me. The chief has given us exactly seven days to conclude the case.”

“So, he’s going to issue us with the necessary manpower, is he?” Jack asked, looking annoyed.

“No, he’s not. I suppose it’s partially my fault—I told him we were on the brink of cracking the case. I promise I’ll think before I put my mouth into gear next time. Anyway, let’s start afresh on Monday. Have a good weekend, folks. Oh, and if you happen to go out and frequent any pubs in the area, keep a vigilant eye open for the suspect we have a dubious sketch of, if you will?”

“I’ll make some copies if you like, boss,” Joanna volunteered.

“Thanks. I’m going to shoot off now. I have to pick up my poorly pup on the way home. Have a good one, peeps.”

Sally arrived at the vet’s moments before evening surgery began as the vet had instructed. A nurse led Dex into the consulting room. His tail wagged vigorously when he saw Sally; she knelt on the floor and gently cuddled her pal. “All better are you, sweetie?”

“Hardly,” the vet said. “But he’s getting there. He was very lucky the rib didn’t puncture his lung. If that had happened, I doubt he would have pulled through. Gentle exercise only over the next few weeks and certainly no running after a ball. Here’s some painkillers and the instructions for their use. Any problems, don’t hesitate to contact me, day or night. Keep him under surveillance at all times, if you will.”

“I’ll do that over the weekend then pass the baton across to my parents while I’m at work. Thank you so much for saving him, Doc. I’d be lost without his cheeky face around the place.”

“He’s certainly a character. Not many dogs would have withstood the suffering he’s put up with these last couple of days. That’s for sure. Need a hand getting him into the car?”

“We’ll be fine.” Sally stood and shook Dr. Munroe’s hand. “Sincerely, I thank you for caring for him.”

“It’s my job. Take care now. Can you bring him back in about ten days for a check-up?”

“I will. Thanks.”

Gingerly, Dex walked beside her, not pulling on the leash as he usually did. Once they reached the car, she held open the back door. Dex placed his front paws in the footwell, and she hoisted his rear end into the car. Dex travelled in the footwell behind her seat during the short trip home. Her parents were at the gate to meet them. Gathered around the car they exchanged kisses under the watchful eye of the vile neighbours across the road.

“I don’t think we’ll be getting any more crap from them in the near future. Let’s get the boy in and settled.” She opened the back door, and Dex surprised her by jumping out of the car before she had the chance to grab him. “Dex, calm down, boy. Are you all right?” She crouched and kissed his head. The dog whimpered and licked her face.

Before she closed the high side gate, Sally glared at the wife of the man who’d been taken into custody, and pointed a warning finger in her direction. The woman scowled and stormed into her house.

The rest of the weekend consisted of caring for her dog and generally relaxing with her parents, while keeping a vigilant eye on the neighbours from hell. She spent the odd hour or two on obligatory work-related notes. She even contacted Jack over the weekend with a few suspicions she had, much to Donna’s disgust. She’d reminded herself on more than one occasion that they had a deadline to meet. She had a feeling she would be ticking more people off over the coming days in order to get the case wrapped up by the weekend.