Diamond Brothers 7 - The Greek Who Stole Christmas by Anthony Horowitz

Author:Anthony Horowitz
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
ISBN: 9781406339505
Published: 2011-12-02T14:00:00+00:00

THE DEAD MAN

I don’t like police stations. They’re full of violent and dangerous characters who need to be kept away from modern society … and I’m not talking about the crooks. A lot of people say the British police are wonderful, but I’d have to disagree. I was only fourteen but I had been arrested so often, it couldn’t be long before they gave me my own set of personalized handcuffs. I even spent a month in prison once – and I hadn’t done anything wrong! When I look back on it, there’s only one word to describe the way I’ve been treated. Criminal.

This time they drove us to a police station in Holborn, about ten minutes’ drive from The Gravy. Tim had gone very pale and quiet in the back of the car. Cervelles de veaux au beurre and now this! We stopped and the two policemen led us in through a door and down the usual corridor with white tiles on the walls and hard neon lighting above … the sort of corridor that can only take you somewhere you don’t want to be. There was an interrogation room at the end: four chairs, one table and two detectives. The furniture was hard and unattractive but that was nothing compared to the men.

Detective Chief Inspector Snape and Detective Superintendent Boyle. They were old friends and, like most of Tim’s old friends, they hated us. Why was it that whenever we got into trouble, the two of them always seemed to show up? Surely the Metropolitan Police could have found two new officers to molest us? Anyway, put an ape and a Rottweiler in suits and you’ll get a rough idea of Snape and Boyle. Snape was the older of the two and the one less likely to have rabies. He was looking old, I thought. But he’d probably looked old the day he was born.

“Well, this really is the perfect end to a horrible day,” Snape began as we sat down. It didn’t look as if he was going to offer us a cup of tea. “Tim Diamond! The only detective in London with no brains.”

Tim went a little green.

“I wouldn’t mention brains unless you know a good dry cleaner,” I said.

“I want to go to bed!” Tim moaned.

“You’re not going anywhere, Diamond,” Snape cut in. “I’m investigating a murder and right now you’re my only suspect.”

“Can I hit him?” Boyle asked hopefully.

“No, Boyle.”

“Can I hit his little brother?”

“No!”

“But they were resisting arrest, sir!”

“We haven’t arrested them yet, Boyle.” Snape shook his head and sighed. “I’ve just sent Boyle on an anger-management course,” he told us.

“Did it work?” I asked.

“No. He got angry and hit the manager so they sent him back again.”

“Well you’re wasting your time,” I said. “We haven’t murdered anyone.”

Snape looked at me with disdain. “What can you tell me about a man called Reginald Parker?” he said.

“I can’t tell you anything, Snape,” I said. “We’ve never met him.”

“What’s happened to him?” Tim asked.

“He’s been murdered,” Snape replied.

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