No More Secrets by Paul J. Teague

Author:Paul J. Teague [Teague, Paul J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Clixeo Publishing
Published: 2019-09-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

‘Oh hell! Hey, over here! I need some help over here!’

Katy instinctively pulled back from the car. She was waving frantically towards the group of tourists, while at the same time using her other hand to dial 999. She had to call the police. Roger’s face showed signs of the struggle that must have taken place in that car. His seatbelt had kept him restrained, while the tightened belt around his neck had deprived him of oxygen. How different to her dad he looked in death. Terry had appeared at peace, as the sympathy cards suggested.

Katy felt strangely calm. She knew exactly what to do. Call the police, get some help and go for a piss. In that order. She’d need an empty bladder for when the police arrived.

‘Jesus!’ she gasped. His dick was partially out and it was his own belt that had been removed for the strangulation. What the hell had Roger Parry been up to? She wondered if this was some erotic asphyxiation thing. Maybe that’s what the tinted glass was for. Seeing the older couple approach with the Scotties, she pushed the car door so that it was almost closed.

‘You alright, luv?’ the man said. One of the Scotties sniffed around her feet.

‘There’s been an accident,’ Katy said. ‘A man is dead inside this car.’

The woman stopped smiling. She stooped to pick up one of the dogs.

‘Have you called the police?’

‘Just about to,’ Katy said. ‘Can you keep an eye on the car? Don’t touch anything as the cops will want to be all over it. And don’t look inside either. It’s not a pretty sight.’

‘You’re sure he’s dead?’ the man asked.

Katy nodded, and stepped away as the 999 call connected. The older couple moved to stand in front of the vehicle as if they were guarding it. The man picked up the second dog, seemingly having realised the importance of leaving the immediate area as uncontaminated as possible. Katy figured they were more Miss Marple than CSI. They’d probably think the vicar did it.

Katy gave the details to the police, finished the call and rushed off across the road to urinate. By that stage she didn’t really care if everybody knew that she’d been to answer nature’s call in the bushes.

By the time she returned, a large group of tourists from the coach had gathered around, sensing that something interesting was afoot. By the time Police Scotland arrived, it resembled a crime-scene Q&A session. They cleared the immediate area and set about taking control of the situation. Not long after, another car arrived.

As the person who’d discovered the body, Katy was taken to one side. The elderly couple had to hang about too. Everybody else was asked to leave contact details as well as hotel and travel information before they were ushered off the scene. It was a slick, well-oiled operation. It reminded Katy of 1999 – this was what had happened then.

She recognised the copper who was speaking to her. He’d been there all those years back, at the fire.

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