More Equal Than Others. The DS Lasser series. Volume five: Robin Roughley by Roughley Robin

Author:Roughley, Robin [Roughley, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-08-08T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 81

Lasser sat in the car, an unlit cigarette clamped between his teeth. Checking the clock on the dashboard, he resisted the urge to ring Medea. At half past one in the morning, she would probably be less than pleased to be dragged from her slumber just to assuage Lasser's paranoid thoughts.

The rest of the conversation with Simon Cropper had been virtually one sided. After his 'armless' quip, Cropper had closed down. The drugged look had seeped back into his eyes though Lasser hadn't been convinced that the ex social worker wasn't taking the piss.

In the end, Nurse Battleaxe had demanded he put an end to the grilling. Lasser had left the building but not before promising that he'd be back in an Arnie type voice.

Rubbing at his eyes, he tried to remember when he last had a descent night's sleep. That was the trouble with this job; you were always knackered trying to function on hardly any sleep, eating crap fast food with the occasional burst of exercise as you chased some young scrote down the street.

With a sigh, he reached for his phone and frowned when it started to ring. Bannister's name flashed like a tiny neon nightmare.

'Lasser where are you?' The DCI barked.

'Just leaving the infirmary now.'

'Did you see Cropper?'

'Yeah, after I got past the Nurse Ratchet.'

'Yes well, meet me at the hospital.'

'But don't you want to know what he had to say?'

'Be there in twenty minutes.'

'But...'

Lasser looked at the phone in amazement before dropping it onto the passenger seat and starting the car.

As he drove back out of Leigh town centre, he could feel his eyes beginning to close. Lasser slid the window down, the cool air swirled around the inside of the car making him shiver.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled onto the hospital car park; as soon as he found a parking space, he heard the rap on knuckles on the side window. Bannister glared in at him, his face looked grey, his eyes ragged.

By the time Lasser unclipped the seatbelt, Bannister had yanked open the door.

'Took the scenic route did you sergeant?'

Lasser stifled a yawn. 'I got here as quickly as I could.'

'Right well, whilst you were sipping sweet tea and eating chocolate digestives, some of us were getting on with the job.'

Lasser could feel the familiar wave of anger start to rise. 'Hang on I was...'

'I've spoken to the killer.'

'What?'

Bannister yanked out his cigarettes, and lit one before handing the pack over.

'But how?'

By the time Bannister had finished explaining Lasser's cigarette had burned down to the cork.

'Jesus, you mean he made Sanderford eat his own fucking eyes!'

'That's what he said.'

Lasser grimaced.

'He's also promised plenty more where that came from.'

'So what do we do now?'

Bannister looked around before dropping the cigarette onto the floor. 'We do what we always do; we bumble around in the dark until the killer slips up.'

'Well did he sound local?'

'No, he's not from around here. He kept saying your town, which suggest he comes from someplace else, it was the same with the email he sent to Bolt it was all your town this, your town that.

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