Keep Your Friends Close by Tony Millington

Author:Tony Millington [Tony Millington]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Edge Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

‘Get me whoever is in charge of this place,’ David Grant boomed at the top of his voice to anyone who could hear him, standing in the middle of the reception area at the police headquarters. ‘I want them down here, now!’ he continued, pointing his finger first at the desk and then to his feet.

‘Sir, if you calm down–’

‘Calm down? My daughter has been murdered and I only found out about it when I came home. I need to see someone to make a complaint about the incompetence in this place.’ By the time David Grant had finished he was leaning towards the desk sergeant eyeball to eyeball.

The officer took a step back asked for his name.

Given it, he said, ‘I will make enquires upstairs to see who it is you need to see. Please give me a moment.’

‘I want to see the head of this tin pot shambles.’

The officer retreated several feet to make the call. He’d already been warned Mr Grant might make an entrance.

Ten minutes later, DCI Wright, along with DC Sandall appeared from the stairwell. Grant was pacing around giving anyone who was looking at him an evil stare.

‘Mr Grant?’ DCI Wright approached with her hand out straight. Grant took one look at her.

‘You in charge?’ Grant snapped back.

‘DCI Wright and this is DC Sandall. Please follow me. My section is dealing with what you came in about.’

Grant still seething grunted something and strode past her into the office, passing Sandall who held the door open.

Grant stood against the back wall. Wright and Sandall pulled out chairs and sat down at a floor-bolted t able.

‘Mr Grant, would you like to take a seat and we will answer any questions you have?’ Wright said.

Grant stared at them as if they both had two heads.

‘I came home to an inconsolable wife and one of your so-called “family liaison officers” to be told my daughter is dead. And nobody thought fit to contact me?’ Grant had taken up an aggressive posture, leaning his hands on the desk.

‘Mr Grant, please sit down.’

Grant stood up and whipped a chair away from the desk and sat on it. ‘Satisfied?’

‘Thank you. Now Mr Grant, first I would like to offer my and my colleagues’ condolences on losing your daughter, Alison.’

Grant grunted a reply.

‘When we identified Alison’s body and your wife told us you were at work, I did send a couple of detectives to your office to let you know. The receptionist said you were out at a meeting and tried on numerous occasions to get you on your mobile phone, but it constantly went to your voicemail. You were uncontactable.’

‘Erm yes, I was in a meeting with a client.’

‘And this client had no phones at their offices that your receptionist could ring?’

‘Erm no, they have just set up. Anyway, what happened to Alison? Where was she? Have you caught the bastard who killed her?’

‘She was found on a railway embankment not far from where you live. British rail maintenance workers discovered her this morning.

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