Savage Moon: Some won't see the morning (DI Spicer Book 3) by Chris Simms

Author:Chris Simms [Simms, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Richmond ePublishing
Published: 2014-08-24T04:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Four

'DCI Summerby.'

'Morning, boss, it's DI Spicer.'

'Jon, where are you?'

'At Mossley Brow nick. I assume you've heard?'

'Yes, is this for real?'

'Afraid so. I've seen the carcass myself. A bloody great panther.'

'Ye gods!'

'I'm arranging for an analysis of its stomach contents and we're getting a DNA profile too. See if there's a match to the hairs found on Peterson and Sutton.'

'You think there will be?'

Jon hooked a finger into the telephone cord and stretched the coils taut. The panther was a major development but, in his view, nothing more than a distraction. Danny Gordon still needed to be caught. 'Not really.' He twisted his finger free and the length of plastic sprang back into shape.

'How so?'

'I questioned the guy who shot it. South African called Du Toit, nephew of Ken Sutton. He's worked on game reserves all his life and he reckons the animal was a geriatric. I'm still very much of the opinion Danny Gordon is our killer.'

'It would make things a damn sight simpler if it turns out to have been that cat.'

'True, but I'm not convinced.'

'What's the progress with finding Gordon?'

'He's of no fixed abode, but we'll get scent of him soon. If not we could consider naming him in an appeal for information.'

'Talking of which,' Summerby replied, 'we need to get a statement out about this panther straight away, the phones are going mad here.'

Jon nodded. 'I'll get on to Gavin Edwards.'

'Fine, I'll relay your news to the incident room. Will you be heading back soon yourself ?'

'I'll be there in an hour.'

Jon was about to call the press office when his finger hesitated over the buttons. He called home instead, a slight sense of unease mounting with each unanswered ring. Bollocks, he cursed as the answer phone clicked in. She's probably upstairs feeding. 'Ali, it's me. Sorry to miss you this morning. Give us a call on my mobile.' He replayed the message in his head. Too unemotional.

'I love you, babe,' he quickly added, before hanging up.

The incident room at Longsight was subdued and Jon sensed the news about the panther had sucked the urgency away. Why bust a gut until it was confirmed the cat wasn't a man-eater? Time to dispel that notion, he decided, clapping his hands together.

'Right! Let's have some fucking action.' He started firing questions about. 'What's going on with the door-to-doors? Have Rhea and Ashford got to Aberdeen yet? Is DC Murray at Strangeways? What's the news from the team dredging Crime Lake? Any responses to our appeal for witnesses? Sergeant Biggs, a progress report on the interviews taking place around Mossley Brow.'

As activity broke out across the room, he dropped the evidence bag with the sample of panther blood on his desk. Rick caught his eye from his desk alongside. 'You look halfway through an exercise in sleep deprivation.'

Jon took in his colleague's immaculately styled hair and crisp pale blue shirt. He managed a quick smile. 'Probably because I am.'

'What's in the evidence bag?'

'Panther blood. We need to get it tested.' He picked up the phone, noticing the file at the top of his in-tray.

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