FRANKS, Bill by JESUIT

Author:JESUIT
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: BILL FRANKS
Published: 2012-04-25T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“Hello, Graham,” opened Flint. “Glad I finally got you. Been on to the Met and they gave me your mobile number.”

Graham wasn’t too happy to be contacted now, with his secret tryst in flow, but the urgency in the Sergeant’s voice made him expect the worst.

“Yes, George. What can I do for you?” he said, pleasantly.

“It’s another body, Graham, believe it or not. A man again and no immediate signs of how death was caused. No one has touched the body and we’re waiting for your forensics boys to get here. I believe the pathologist is with you at the moment.”

Graham sighed. “Yes. She’s here with me. Sallie Dunning. You met her last time, George.”

“Yes, I remember her. Couldn’t forget a face and figure like that, could I?”

A small wave of anger washed over Graham at the light-hearted comment but he quickly let it die. He had no right to complain; Sallie wasn’t his, after all, and men, he included, were apt to make such remarks. “No, you couldn’t,” he replied, forcing a chuckle.

“Right. The unnerving thing about this one is, that the scene is the same as where Debbie Singleton was found. The exact spot.”

Graham gasped in surprise. “We’ll meet you there, then, George. I know where it is. See you in about twenty minutes?”

“Yes, okay. ‘Bye.” He hung up.

Sallie looked at her lover expectantly. She had heard him say that ‘we’ were to meet someone and by Graham’s expression, she knew it was a serious matter. “Where are we going, Graham?” she asked.

Unable to hide a smattering of annoyance, Graham explained the substance of the call to Sallie and the priest, after which they took their leave.

On the journey, the couple tried to convince each other that this might not be a connected death. It could even be from natural causes, like the woman on the picnic. Neither believed it.

Arriving in the area of the death, Graham parked the car and they set off on foot to the scene. A serious looking Sergeant Flint met them on arrival and they stepped under the striped plastic tape moving to a spot where the body could be seen, to await the forensic squad.

Nothing much could be learned from their present position, except that there were no signs of struggle and the body was naked, lying face down with one leg bent backwards from the knee, five or six inches from the ground. The man’s clothing was neatly piled a short distance away - early indications that this was the work of the detective’s quarry. The notion that it may have been a natural death evaporated quickly, as did the couple’s thoughts of a pleasant evening meal together followed by unbridled sex!

The forensics team finally arrived some fifty minutes later, and began their painstaking work. Graham was allowed to move closer to the body to carry out a visual inspection, some four feet away. His eyes were searching for the one convincing sign that this was their murderer and, peeping from the right thigh of the man, he found it – the small bunch of feathers.

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