LATENT DAMAGE: London detectives hunt a vigilante killer by Ian Robinson

Author:Ian Robinson [Robinson, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: THE BOOK FOLKS London crime fiction publishers
Published: 2021-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

They waited for the call from DC Jules ‘JJ’ Jackson to tell them that he had obtained a section eight warrant to search the address. JJ had tried his hand in the fraud squad but decided the life of a detective on a murder team suited him better. He was a black guy who had the build of a middleweight boxer and wore his made-to-measure suits like a model. He was Moretti’s go-to detective when he needed a message to be enforced. His sheer size, cool manner, and presence was usually enough to assuage the most hostile of suspects to calm down and become cooperative. It wasn’t that JJ emanated an aura of hostility, he didn’t. He was as laid back as they came. He was also a dab hand at writing the information required for a warrant and presenting it at court. A skill few cops were getting the opportunity to practise out on Borough due to the high demands from day-to-day policing with little time for pro-active work.

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The tree-lined street they went to visit no longer presented the leafy vista it displayed in summer. Each tree had unburdened its dead. The naked branches swayed in the breeze as Nash sought a place to park a reasonable distance from the address they needed to search. She found a space and took it, performing a textbook reverse park.

The address was a ground-floor flat within a Victorian terraced house in a residential street. They had no official key to let them in this time, so they’d brought one the Met used to access most properties in London. The enforcer or the “Big Red Key” as it was known within the force.

With it came JJ as he had the warrant and the training to use the thing. Both Moretti and Nash watched as he unfurled his frame from the non-descript job vehicle. He made the Volvo XC60 look like a Mini. He was suited and booted wearing a puffa jacket, beanie, and woollen gloves. He popped the boot, took off his gloves, and replaced them with a set of gauntlets that protected his hands and forearms. He then lifted the sixteen-kilogram steel tube from the boot and as he closed it, slung the enforcer on his shoulder with the same ease he’d lift his grocery shopping.

‘This the door, boss?’ he said as he walked towards them.

They were stood inside a small front garden the path of which led to the door of the flat. Nash smiled at JJ’s humour. Despite where they were stood, he still wanted verbal confirmation from the lead rank at the scene that this was indeed the correct address before he hoofed the door off its hinges. He knew it was as he’d done a recce and double checked the research he’d been given prior to obtaining the warrant. It wouldn’t have been the first time police had got it wrong and forced entry on innocent occupants.

‘Yep, this is the right door,’ Nash replied, with a nod.

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