Out For Blood (DI Eve Hunter) by Deborah Masson

Author:Deborah Masson [Masson, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781473567870
Publisher: Transworld
Published: 2020-11-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 37

EVE ANSWERED HER RINGING mobile as Cooper drove them back to the station.

‘Can you speak?’ Mearns spoke fast, as if she had news. Unexpected, even when they’d all come in, more than willing to work overtime at the thought of moving the case forward.

‘Yeah, about ten minutes away and my knuckles are still twitching to punch Miller.’

‘Not a productive meeting?’

‘The guy knows how to avoid a question. He’d make a good politician. What’s up?’

‘Forensics came back on those prints.’

Eve held her breath.

‘You were right. Our Jane Doe was at Dean’s murder. On top of that, as far as Dean’s mate Andrew’s death goes, we may have a way of finding out more about those missing files. Marcie Wade from the Aberdeen Enquirer called.’

‘How can she help?’

‘I’m not sure, but you’ll want to see her. She says she has information about Andrew Shirriffs.’

Eve wasn’t expecting that titbit. ‘When’s she free?’

Marcie Wade possessed none of the brashness that her predecessor, Claire Jenkins, had.

Eve and Mearns sat at the four-seater Costa table watching her at the counter exchanging chit-chat and laughter with the barista who was serving her. The coffee house had been the perfect place to meet. Tucked at the bottom of the Marischal College retail and office development where the Aberdeen Enquirer offices were housed, it was also a two-minute walk from the station.

Marcie made her way back to the table clutching a tray with three large lattes on it and three chocolate muffins that hadn’t been mentioned. Eve found herself comparing Marcie’s mousey-brown hair, loosely fastened in a bun, to Jenkins’ severe bright red hair. Even Marcie’s floral shift dress was in stark contrast to Jenkins’ once signature sharp, black suit, worn with matching glasses frames. Cut-throat and meaning business. Eve missed Jenkins in her own way. They’d never been friends but at least she’d known what she was getting with her.

Marcie put down the tray, shared out the cups and plates and sat. ‘Thanks for agreeing to see me.’

Eve sipped at her drink, placed the cup back down. ‘It’s fair to say you left us no choice after what you said on the phone.’

Marcie smiled as she opened the plastic wrapper of her muffin. Eve was still wary of that smile, questioning whether it was genuine any time they’d met but aware her opinion of the press was shaped by the woman Jenkins had been. A woman who had possessed two smiles – sneaky or smug. Marcie had shown neither and Eve was trying not to judge her by her predecessor. Maybe she genuinely was a nicer, more helpful woman. More interested in reporting the news with facts instead of sensationalism. Maybe.

Marcie took a large bite from the muffin, not waiting to clear her mouth before she spoke, her words mumbled. ‘I know you guys are busy so I’ll get straight to it.’

She bent beneath the table, rummaging in an oversized bag that lay at her feet, before reappearing with a thick file, paper overspilling its edges. She

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