After the Flood by Dave Warner

Author:Dave Warner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fremantle Press
Published: 2022-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

This really was the pits. Josh Shepherd was well and truly pissed off. This was like being a uniform all over again. Or a detective constable. Going from shop to shop, asking ‘Do you know this man?’ He wasn’t supposed to identify him yet apparently. Another two hours so far. Okay, he’d stopped for half an hour for a bacon-and-egg roll and a hot chocolate, but let’s say ninety minutes of wasted time while Jo di Rivi got to drive out to Fitzroy Crossing and do some real police work. Oh yeah, she was the chosen one. It had been a huge struggle to ignore Amy’s phone calls. His finger had hovered over the Accept button. How grateful would she be to know that the fellow at Meda had been crucified? That could make the relationship right there. But there would be blowback. Yesterday when she’d called, just before he walked onto the cricket field, he had assumed she might want to invite him over for dinner, or a friend’s barbecue or something, and he’d answered cock-a-hoop, dropping in how he was just about to start his cricket match.

‘Won’t keep you, then. I just wondered …’ she’d started and he was getting ready to fist-pump, ‘… what you could tell me about the Meda murder?’

Bang. Like he’d stepped into a bouncer, right there.

‘Nothing, sorry. I’m out of the loop.’

Which, at that stage he had been. Although of course he shouldn’t have owned up to that. What did that make him look like?

‘But you must know something. Like how exactly he died. Do you have a name?’

‘Not yet.’ He had one eye on his teammates already jogging onto the field.

‘You don’t have a name because you’re out of the loop, or the police don’t know.’

‘Nobody knows,’ he’d said defiantly and then cursed himself for giving that away. ‘Look I have to go.’

‘Okay, but please call me if you hear anything.’

And then just as he was about to hang up, she’d said, ‘We should get together sometime.’

‘I’d like that,’ he’d said. Then, ‘Gotta go.’

And then while he was having his hot chocolate twenty minutes back, there was her name lighting up on his phone. He forced himself to ignore it and was now in an even worse mood. Maybe that was his big chance. Well, he’d just do this shop, then he’d call. Why should he stay loyal anyway when Jo di Rivi got all the cream jobs?

It was in one of those gift boutiques that was full of scented candles and soaps and herbs in small stiff gift boxes that cost you, well, not an arm and a leg maybe but several fingers. Brightly coloured prints hung on the wall. A few of the cheaper things for kids on holiday like keyrings and plastic turtles and a bottle opener but overall, you felt like you were a fly inside an air-freshener. There was some compensation however. The sales girl was slim with smooth olive skin, big brown eyes and jet-black hair. She wore a sexy black frock, silver jewellery.

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