The Art of Murder: a Welsh Cosy Murder Mystery (Jordan Jenner Mysteries Book 2) by J.S. Strange

Author:J.S. Strange [Strange, J.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Panther Publishing
Published: 2019-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

Thirty-Two

Jordan arrived at Cardiff prison, the tall stonewalls surrounding him like a vice. He had been quiet in the car, nervous, anticipating what was to be said, the answers he might get.

Mark turned the key in the ignition, cutting out the engine. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

They got out of the car and went into the prison. An officer greeted them and took their names, then they were taken through dreary halls, into the depths of the dark prison, until the officer opened a door and guided them through one room into an interview room.

Just like the interview rooms at headquarters. There was a table and four chairs in the middle of the room, mirrors on the walls, and that was it. Jordan noticed CCTV in the corner of the room.

Jordan and Mark took a seat, facing the door where the officer disappeared.

“He was chatty,” Mark said.

“Yeah, really chatty.”

Jordan’s phone pinged. He took it out and discovered a text from Tomos.

“Who’s that?”

“A guy I’ve been seeing,” Jordan said. “Well, one date.”

Mark’s eyebrows rose. “Right. Nice?”

“Yeah, he was nice,” Jordan said. “He’s asking if we want to meet again.”

“Are you going to?” Mark smiled.

“I think so,” Jordan said. But his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t focus on Tomos right now, despite the doubt settling in that maybe he should have organised the second date to show interest.

“You should, if you like him,” Mark said. “Sounds fun.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Anyone on the scene for you?”

Mark laughed. “No, not really.”

Jordan managed a smile, but he didn’t carry on the conversation. His nerves pulled at him, feeling like knives in his stomach.

“Jordan, it will be okay.” Mark placed a hand on Jordan’s knee. “Calm down. We’re safe.”

“Sorry,” Jordan said, looking down at Mark’s hand, tracing the lines in his skin with his gaze. “The last time I saw this man, he tried to shoot me.”

“I know, but he’s here now,” Mark said.

Aniol Banik hadn’t been moved to Bridgend prison, but Nathaniel had. Jordan had bitten the bullet and decided to meet with Aniol first. After learning of the threats to Xander’s planned show at the museum, Jordan knew these men had answers. It was possible they had been responsible for the threats.

Now, he sat next to Mark, his leg convulsing without his consent, his fingers drumming on the table. The water provided in plastic cups rippled. Why were these rooms so intimidating?

The sound of movement came from the other side of the door. Jordan glanced to the CCTV camera in the corner of the room, blinking red. Mark positioned his hand on the tape recorder. Jordan took out his phone.

The door opened and a bearded officer guided in Aniol. Aniol looked as though he had lost more weight since being captured, despite looking gaunt the first time Jordan had seen him. His piercings had been removed and he hadn’t been allowed a haircut, giving him a dishevelled appearance.

Aniol stared at Jordan the whole time, his dark eyes like black holes. He sat and allowed himself to be cuffed.

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