Sacred Geometry by Gabriella Messina

Author:Gabriella Messina
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: women sleuths, corporate scandal, environmental crimes, mystery crime series, mystery books suspense books, crime fiction, police procedural, conspiracy
Publisher: Gabriella Messina
Published: 2019-05-14T00:00:00+00:00

HAGEN WAS SURPRISED to find Owens in the underground parking ramp when he and Pierce returned to the Met. While Pierce went on ahead, Hagen hung back, taking note of the obvious discomfort the young constable appeared to be in.

“Alright there, Paul?” Hagen asked, a concerned frown on his face.

Owens smiled. “Fine, sir. Took a tumble off my bike. Just a bit sore.”

Hagen nodded. “I can tell. Be sure to take it easy until you heal.” He glanced at the patrol cars nearby and noted for the first time that Owens was back in uniform. “Where are you going?”

“Shepperton,” Owens replied. “Miss Gardener is semi-conducting some sort of ballistics field analysis... or something. She asked me to come out.”

“Semi-conducting?” Hagen said with some amusement.

Owens shrugged. “I can’t think of a better way to explain it, sir. You know how she is.”

Hagen chuckled. “It seems appropriate to me. Carry on.” He watched as Owens carefully got into the car and drove out of the parking ramp.

As he rode the lift up to Murder Squad, Hagen reflected on what the constable had said. His prompt explanation for the visible pain and discomfort he was experiencing was a bit pat, and quite honestly Hagen didn’t believe him at all. As brilliant as Owens was at detecting lies in others, he was rather lousy at producing them himself. Hagen debated whether or not to bring Pierce into it as he left the lift and walked down the hall to the glass-doored squad-room he oversaw.

Pierce met him at the door with a grim smile and a phone number written on a sticky note.

“Apparently we’re not the only ones looking into Wilhelm’s murder.” Pierce handed him the paper. “Reporter named Corin Fielding, from the Surrey Voice.”

Hagen frowned as he looked at the name, reading it several times to himself before saying aloud, “Should I know this paper?”

Pierce smirked. “Not likely, unless you smoke hash and enjoy Phish concerts. It’s an alternative-style paper... Very socially-conscious, lots of environmental articles and radical politics.”

“And he wants me to phone him back, I take it?” Pierce nodded in reply, and Hagen sighed. “Right, no point putting it off. I’ll do it now. Rick, while I’m at this, run this reporter’s name and any previous connections to either of the deceased, as well as Dryden & Associates, Shepperton Power –”

“And Lusk.”

Hagen shrugged. “Eh, why not? Throw him in as well.” He left Pierce to it and entered his office, shutting the door and taking the time to brew a cup of tea and get comfortable before calling the reporter.

“Fielding.”

“Yes, this is Detective Superintendent Douglas Hagen—”

“Yes! Superintendent! Thank you for phoning back so quickly. Let me just get my notes...”

The next twenty minutes proved to be some of the most enlightening Hagen had experienced talking to a reporter and he vowed to himself to go looking for this alternative newspaper as soon as he could.

According to Fielding, Kristina Wilhelm had contacted him, anonymously at first, with information regarding the improper disposal of waste chemicals used at the plant.

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