Ice Cold Malice: A Black Beacons Murder Mystery (DCI Evan Warlow Crime Thriller Book 3) by Rhys Dylan

Author:Rhys Dylan [Dylan, Rhys]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781915185051
Publisher: Wyrmwood Books
Published: 2022-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Jess phoned through to Llanelli, spoke to the desk sergeant and asked him to give Pryce a cup of tea and pop him into an interview room. He hadn’t asked for a solicitor and she made sure the sergeant emphasised he wasn’t under arrest. They’d be over as soon as they could.

Catrin handed Warlow a file as he put his coat on.

‘I’ve printed off some threads from the forums I found. There’s an action group with a thousand signatures trying to get recompense for the other cases involving Boscombe. Part of what they do is out him. That’s what happened when Pryce confronted Boscombe in the supermarket car park. He calls himself the Butcher’s Bane online.’

Warlow growled out a ‘Hmmm.’

‘What are they after on these forums?’ Jess asked.

Catrin shrugged. ‘They’re angry. There’s a bit of vigilantism. A bit of revenge. Worry that he might be allowed to practice again. Anger that he hasn’t had a stiffer sentence. They think it’s wrong that other charges have not been brought.’

‘Like what?’ Rhys asked.

Catrin answered. ‘Assault. GBH, that sort of thing. There are lots of pissed off patients on there.’

Warlow made a mental note. With serial offenders, people were always confused as to why a hundred charges weren’t brought. The fact was that less serious charges could often lie dormant where more serious charges were used to prosecute because they elicited the bigger sentence. It worked better for the courts, but perhaps not so well for the individual left feeling betrayed by the system.

As Warlow turned to leave, someone walked through the Incident Room door. DI (no longer acting DCI) Kevin Caldwell. Known as Kev to his friends. Known as KFC – Kevin Fucking Caldwell – to 99.999 percent of the remaining Dyfed Powys police service population, Warlow included.

He walked in, gazing around, short-sleeved with his tie done up. His poppy eyes looked small through his wire-rimmed glasses and made him appear more like an accountant that had taken a wrong turn out of the lift, than a senior officer.

His gaze finally found its target and zeroed in on Warlow. ‘Ah, Evan. Glad I caught you.’

Warlow continued sliding on his coat. ‘Well, you’ll have to catch me another time. We’re off to Llanelli.’

‘The Boscombe case?’

Warlow wanted to lean in and say, None of your business. But that would have been rude. Instead he said, ‘Which bit of we’re leaving did you not understand?’

Gil frowned. Catrin turned away. The sort of thing you did when you saw senior colleagues jousting. And not amiably.

Rhys, being Rhys, looked on unperturbed.

‘I’m only here to introduce myself to the team ahead of the TV crew appearing on Friday.’ Caldwell continued. ‘Superintendent Goodey feels it would be an excellent example of coordinated police work. I understand you’ve involved the coastguard?’ Caldwell grinned. Or at least some muscles either side of his mouth make the skin indent a little.

Warlow fought down the urge to retch. ‘I doubt we’ll be able to help. The case is quickly coming to a conclusion.

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