The Hunted Kind by Steve Davison

Author:Steve Davison [Davison, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alice & Fred Books
Published: 2020-06-20T22:00:00+00:00

48

Varcy rapped on the door of DCI Munroe’s office on the second floor. Munroe was a short man. Bald with hairy forearms. He looked like James Gandolfini in his prime, a gritty investigator who spoke the same way as he acted. Direct and to the point. He welcomed Varcy in and showed him a seat.

‘How are you holding up?’

Varcy shrugged. ‘I’ve been better.’

Munroe said, ‘Not a pleasant thing to have happened, but then shit does happen, especially in this job.’

‘Thanks for the sympathy.’

Munroe smiled. ‘You look a lot better than you should though, which is a good thing and a testament to your character.’

‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’

‘You should. Now, what is it? I’ve got a ton of stuff needs doing.’

‘The killing that landed on your desk last year. Name of Roger Plant. Shot in his home by a shooter who got on a motorbike afterwards.’

‘I know it.’

‘It has the same MO as this morning.’

‘In what way?’

‘This morning’s shooter fled the scene, got on a bike driven by someone else and then abandoned the bike for a car. Same with your man.’

Munroe got off his chair and went to a metal filing cabinet in the corner of the office. He yanked out a drawer and pulled a file; opened it up on his desk, flipped through pages of documents.

‘We came to a dead end on it. The bike and the car were stolen, no comeback on either of them. No forensics that we could use and nothing from known informants out in the field either. It all clamped shut.’

‘Tell me about the victim.’

Munroe flopped down in his seat and pored over the file. He found the sheet of paper he was looking for and read from it: ‘Family man. No connection to any crime we could come up with. Bank manager for years. Same bank. Retired early and lived a quiet life in leafy Surrey.’

‘Well connected?’

‘Depends what you’re talking about. He mixed with the great and the good, if that’s what you mean. Slight connection with the family who held the majority of the bank’s shares. He was a second cousin to some of them once removed – something like that.’

‘You checked the usuals?’

Munroe counted off on his fingers. ‘Drugs, prostitution, fraud, money laundering. It all came back negative.’

Varcy sat back in his seat and thought about that.

‘Still think this is connected to the dead punter?’ asked Munroe.

‘Maybe. I was just thinking. Besides the MO, there’s another obvious thing. At least between the victims. They’re clean, upstanding folk. Respectable.’

‘True,’ said Munroe.

‘Retired too.’

Munroe nodded.

‘So any link between them might be found in activities they got involved with after their careers finished.’

‘Or long before then. Pigeons can take a while to come back home to roost.’

Cole put his head around the door and knocked on the frame. ‘Sorry to interrupt. Gov’nor, can I get a word when you’re free?’

Varcy replied, ‘I’m free now.’ He turned to Munroe. ‘Thanks for the information.’

Munroe nodded and Varcy left his office.

‘What you got?’

The two walked across the hall and took the stairs.

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