Skin and Bone: A Scottish Detective Mystery (DS Vicky Dodds Scottish Crime Thrillers Book 3) by Ed James

Author:Ed James [James, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

Vicky finished her tea and tossed the cup in the recycling. She’d lost count of how many she’d had that day, but her head was throbbing from it, and her tongue was tingling with the metallic taste she couldn’t get rid of. She pushed open the door to check if Considine had things rolling again.

And Fergus Duncan was gawping at her, again.

Vicky beckoned him out into the corridor and held the door until he joined her. ‘You don’t think defending a sex offender and the man who videoed him abusing a child looks bad for you?’

Duncan adjusted his sleeves. ‘Sergeant, Sergeant, Sergeant. That’s just coincidental, Sergeant, and you should stop seeing conspiracies everywhere. My client in there made his phone call to a firm aligned with mine. I happened to be here, defending an innocent man.’

‘But you’ve got to—’

‘We’re done.’ Duncan pushed back into the interview room.

Cheeky, cheeky bastard.

Vicky followed Duncan in and sat opposite him. She kicked his shin, then raised her hands. ‘Sorry. You’re manspreading a bit there, Fergus.’

He shot her a glare. ‘Just get on with this, Sergeant.’

Vicky stared at the Mancunian gangster. ‘Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.’

He was as big as the concierge at the apartments, stacked with heavy muscles that cost a lot of protein and did absolutely nothing for most women. His face looked like he’d dropped some weights on his own skull and the scars hadn’t healed. ‘That’s cos I haven’t given you it, sweetheart.’ He spoke like all those thugs who wore baggy jeans in the nineties. Bands her brother had been into, but who all sounded the same. Jangly guitars and funky drums and Mancunian accents.

‘So what is your name?’

‘Ain’t saying nothing, sweetheart.’

‘You’re saying something.’

He just laughed at that.

‘I admire the misogyny, though.’

He frowned like the word was Swahili.

‘It means sexism, really. Hatred of women.’

‘Call everyone sweetheart, don’t I? Term of endearment, yeah?’

‘Take your word for it.’ Vicky sighed, trying to feign boredom, when really her heart was racing. Sitting opposite a violent man like that, one who’d pointed a gun at her… Christ. ‘You got a permit for that weapon?’

‘What, my cock?’

‘No, the handgun.’

‘What handgun?’

‘The one you pointed at me.’

‘Did I?’

‘Come on, don’t give me that.’

‘Don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.’

‘You might remember it being in your pocket at the same time as your friend was having sexual intercourse with a child.’

It didn’t knock him off his stride. He blinked, slowly like he was stoned beyond this realm. Maybe he was. ‘That right, yeah?’

‘It is. But my colleagues downstairs will need your name for charging you.’

‘Like what, sweetheart? What do you think I’ve done?’

‘For starters, you’re a party to the offence of sexual abuse of a minor, when you aided or abetted Mr Agnew.’

‘Did nothing.’

Vicky nudged Considine with her elbow. ‘Can you read out what the victim said?’

Considine flicked through his notebook. ‘When we were outside, we heard the victim shout “No! Stop! You’re hurting me! I want to go home!”’ She paused, but the gangster didn’t react.

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