Blood Line by Lynda La Plante

Author:Lynda La Plante [Plante, Lynda La]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Limited
Published: 2011-07-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Anna was up and blowdrying her hair at six. She chose her wardrobe carefully, not that she ever had much choice as the row of similar black suits and white shirts were like her own uniform. But this morning she dressed in her most expensive ones and wore high heels. She even put more make-up on than usual, and whether or not it was for Langton’s appraisal, it made her feel better.

She left early for the station, wanting to have an overall grasp of the case, and once there, took all the files into her office and sat behind her desk, checking and cross-referencing all the data. Instead of her confidence being severely damaged, she now felt the reverse. She rang through to the incident room to say that she wanted to be informed as soon as Detective Chief Superintendent Langton made an appearance, and for coffee to be brought into her office.

Paul tapped on her door and she waited a moment before telling him he could come in.

‘Yes?’ she said briskly.

‘The report from the Tech Support team has arrived.’

‘Good or bad news?’ she asked.

‘I’ve not had time to read it. It’s quite dense and I’ve a copy here for you.’

She put out her hand. ‘Thank you.’

He hovered and then asked if everything was all right. She glanced up as she began to read the report.

‘Everything is fine, Paul. Why do you ask?’

‘Well, I’ve heard that Langton’s coming in. Brian Stanley seems to think something is up.’

‘It is. We are going over budget. Have we had any feedback from checking out the hotels and estate agents in Cornwall?’

‘Not as yet. We’re onto that this morning.’

‘Good. That’s it – you can go.’

Paul closed the door and returned to the incident room. Something was up and the entire team could feel it. Anna’s manner that morning had been brittle and they had all noticed how much of an effort she had made with her appearance. Not that she ever looked scruffy or even untidy, but of late she had worn her hair snatched back in a band and no make-up. Now she looked ‘glossy’ as Helen had described her – as if she was getting ready to do battle.

Brian did his irritating hand up in the air gesture, with his index finger pointing to the ceiling.

‘We got a hit. There’s a property owned by a Daniel Matthews in Newquay. He’s the woofter friend of Alan Rawlins – right?’

Paul and Helen went to his desk.

‘I was onto the estate agents. This property was on the books of Kimberley’s, May Whetter and Grose, and also with a company called Lillicrap Chilcott. They’re independent estate agents and they specialise in the sale of houses with a sea view. They’ve got agents in St Austell and Fowey, and it was a subsidiary agent who arranged the sale eight months ago – cash deal. It sold for four hundred and fifty grand. Place was unbelievably cheap for the location as it was a bit run down and needed a lot of work done on it.

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