Rare Old Time (DI Mills Yorkshire Crimes Thriller Book 3) by Oliver Davies

Author:Oliver Davies [Davies, Oliver]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

Sixteen

Mills

Halfway back to the city, my phone began to ring. I managed to slip it from my pocket and hand it to Fry.

“It’s Dr Crowe,” she told me, answering and putting it on speaker. “It’s DS Fry, Lena.”

“Hello, Leila, love. Where’s old blue-eyes?”

“Here,” I called, smirking.

“Driving?” Lena asked.

“We’re about fifteen minutes away,” I told her. “What’s up?”

“Come straight down to me when you get here,” she ordered. “Drive safe.” She hung up, then, leaving Fry looking down at the phone with a slight look of bewilderment.

“She’s very to the point sometimes, isn’t she?”

“When she chooses to be,” I replied.

“You’ve got a text as well,” Fry told me.

“From who?”

“Tony.”

“What does it say?”

Fry was quiet for a second, and when I glanced over, she was looking at me before dropping her gaze to the phone, clearing her throat before she spoke. “He says, ‘Cam and Isy confirmed. The Red Hart.’”

I rolled my eyes, suppressing a groan. “Uni friends,” I told her. “Trying to organise a meetup.”

She put my phone down and studied me knowingly. “You don’t want to go.”

“Not really.”

“When is it?”

“When you’re away and can’t help me.”

She snorted, crossing her arms. “You ought to go. Chat to people other than me and Thatcher for once.”

“I talk to other people.”

“Your nine- and ten-year-old nephews don’t count,” she replied tartly. “Or your niece, for that matter, considering she can barely talk.”

“She can say ‘digger’ now,” I informed her, then I sighed heavily. “There are more important things for me to get on with, anyway, than sitting in a pub and getting drunk like I’m still a student.”

“Like what?”

“Work.”

“You might not have a case to work, and if you don’t, you should go.”

“If I don’t, I can carry on with the Tamblyn case. You wanted to look through her laptop again, remember?”

“Exactly,” she said. “I wanted to. Together. You work that case without me Mills, and I’ll never buy you coffee again.”

I grinned, slowing down as we entered the city and drove along the familiar roads to the station. “I’ll consider it.”

I heard her mutter something under her breath, something that sounded like it rhymed with “dig-wedded pit”. I pulled into the station car park, still grinning at her, and she waited on her side of the car as I climbed out, handing my phone out silently.

“Cheer up, Leila,” I said, giving her a nudge with my elbow as we walked into the building. “I don’t even have her laptop, remember?”

“How do you plan to get that from evidence?”

I tapped the side of my nose. “For me to know and you to find out, but not until you get back from your holiday, Fry, I promise.” I couldn’t promise not to look over my old notes, but I could make sure I went no further until she got back.

We headed straight downstairs, as per Crowe’s order, down to her lab where the door was propped open with a wooden door stop.

“Morning, Crowe,” I called as we walked in, and Fry kicked the stop out of place and let the door close behind us.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.