Mourn Not Your Dead by Deborah Crombie

Author:Deborah Crombie [Crombie, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective
ISBN: 9780060789572
Amazon: 0060789573
Barnesnoble: 0060789573
Publisher: Avon
Published: 1996-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

9

“Got the list?” Kincaid asked as they pulled into the empty pub car park. Deveney had asked to drive the Rover from the Yard pool, finding it a damn sight better than his heaterless Vauxhall.

Deveney patted his pocket. “Every last trinket. It does make an odd assortment when you put them all together.” He killed the engine and looked around as he unsnapped his seat belt. “The little van Brian uses for running about seems to be missing. Hope someone’s here.”

Getting out of the car, Deveney glanced in the window at the back of the pub, then said, “We’re in luck, at least as far as Brian’s concerned.”

As they made their way single file along the path that ran from the car park around to the front door, he added, “Okay if I handle him?”

“Be my guest,” said Kincaid.

The pub’s door and windows were thrown open to the mid-afternoon air. They found Brian whistling as he wiped down the bar, preparing for the evening customers. The room smelled of lemon polish. “You back for the night, Superintendent? And your sergeant, too?” He flipped his towel over his shoulder and began sliding clean glassware into the racks. “My son will be pleased. She seems to have impressed him no end.”

“It’s Geoff we want to talk to you about, Brian,” said Deveney. “Why don’t we have a seat?”

As gentle as Deveney’s words had been, he might as well have punched Brian Genovase in the gut. The color drained from his face, and he froze with one hand on the glass rack, his big body still with dread. “What’s happened? I just sent him over to the shop for some lemons—”

“Nothing’s happened to him, Bri. Just come sit down and let me explain.”

Brian followed him slowly to the nook beside the bar, the forgotten tea towel hanging jauntily over his shoulder. When Kincaid had pulled up a stool and joined them, Deveney said, “We have reason to believe Geoff may have had something to do with the string of thefts in the village. We need—”

“What do you bloody mean you have reason to believe? You’ve looked him up, found out about that shop business, and you’re persecuting him. Well, it’s not bloody fair and I bloody well won’t have it.” Brian pushed against the table, trying to rise, but they had boxed him in.

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple, Brian,” Deveney said. “We’d never have run a check on him if we hadn’t discovered that Geoff worked for everyone who reported things missing. He’s the only common factor. We have to follow through, if only to clear him.”

It dawned slowly on Brian. His eyes widened with shock and his lips went bloodlessly white. “You think Geoff murdered the bugger,” he said hoarsely.

“The sooner we get on with this, the better, Brian. We have a warrant, and we’ll have to search his room. If it turns out to be a coincidence, we can cross him off and no one need be the wiser. If you’ll just show us—”

“You don’t understand.

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