THE SCREWDRIVER KILLER a chilling crime thriller with a stunning final twist by Emmy Ellis

Author:Emmy Ellis [ELLIS, EMMY]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books Mystery, Crime Thriller, Suspense
Published: 2023-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Bethany and Mike had togged up and waited for the all clear to view the body.

The tent had been erected, the photographs of the deceased taken, and the Jeep hauled away to the lab. Isabelle gave them a wave, and Bethany and Mike joined her, Presley, and a few SOCOs inside, the halogen light stark on the old eyeballs after the sudden, late-afternoon murk that had descended outside. A storm was on the way, and darkness tiptoed into the sky, a stalker, itching to drench everyone in black.

SOCO, on hands and knees in the grass, searched for clues as quickly as possible out there before the rain came tumbling down and destroyed or compromised it all. Officers were doing the same inside, and a few markers dotted the area where skin and whatever had fallen onto the ground near the body.

Before they’d dipped into the tent, she’d been watching someone take a cast of divots over by the turbine pole. Two small holes, apparently. The SOCO reckoned they belonged to a bike stand. Parker’s moped?

She sighed and walked closer to Cribbins, creeped out by the fact she’d seen him alive and well recently, if a little frosty and riddled with what she’d guessed was guilt. He’d been involved in this mess, no doubt about it, but why would someone want to kill him? Did he have a big mouth? Did he know who’d asked Parker to dig the hole and had to be kept quiet for good?

It wasn’t lost on her that Parker had gone out on his moped, and divots from a bike were close by. They’d have to go round Parker’s house again, find him, ask him where he’d been and why.

“He’s had his face ruined by something like a rasp,” Presley said, hunkering beside the body. “Is anyone on your radar a carpenter? A metal worker?”

“Joiner,” Bethany said.

Mike came to stand beside her. “Who?”

“Aiden Parker. I noticed it on his file when Fran brought it up on her computer. What with the moped, I’m leaning towards him being the fucker who did this.”

“Not surprising, given they were probably involved in the theft.” Mike rubbed his chin with the back of his wrist. “Maybe Cribbins was on the verge of blurting to us. He seemed super edgy last time we saw him.”

“Because he knew we were on to him, but obviously, I wouldn’t have wanted this to happen to him.” She stared at the wrecked face, nothing like how she remembered it.

“ID says it’s John Cribbins.” Isabelle put a wallet into an evidence bag. “And his phone is here in his pocket.” She lifted it up and activated the screen — it must have one that accepted gloves on fingers. “Bonus, no passcode.” She frowned over her face mask. “Hmm, someone rang him not long ago — whoever it is isn’t in his phone contacts as it just comes up as a number. You’d think if it was the killer, they’d have deleted the log. What a douche.

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