The Vault by Karen Long

Author:Karen Long [Long, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Whitefoot loosened his collar and glanced critically at the acid blue sky and then sceptically at Larry Beatman. “So, you’re saying that you knew absolutely nothing about this?”

Larry shook his head vigorously from side to side. “Bolt outta the blue!”

Laurence narrowed his eyes and watched as the cars, vans and mobile forensic units kicked up clouds of dust as they rolled towards the security gates of the landfill site. He could see Eleanor standing outside Mackenzie Webber’s hut leaning into him, listening intently. Mackenzie appeared to be crying. Laurence sighed. “You think he’s lying?”

Larry shook his head. “He’s scared and doesn’t want to get into any trouble.”

Laurence snorted. “Bit late for that!” The silence grew for a moment or two. “So how many did he say he’d found?”

“Dunno. He don’t seem to think like that. Things don’t seem to link together as they do for other folks.” Larry made a complex gesture with his hands, as if trying to illustrate Mackenzie’s elliptical thought processes.

Laurence gave him a hard stare.

“He seemed to think that there might have been a few… Maybe two or three,” said Larry, cautiously.

“Jesus. Have you any idea of the implication of this? And he never mentioned this once?” asked Laurence.

“If he’d told me that he’d seen three or four bodies, don’t you think I’d have called you?” said Larry desperately.

Laurence pursed his lips and watched Eleanor going through the motions with Mackenzie of trying to pinpoint an area on a map that might reveal more bodies.

Eleanor was making her way over now, a miserable looking Mackenzie lagging behind.

“We need to start about here,” she said to Laurence pointing to an area of the site at least half a mile away from the entrance.

Timms stood on a peak of the undulating landfill and sighed deeply. He looked at the sullen faces of the CSI teams, the police department and the cadaver dogs with their handlers and waved his hand in a gesture of defeat. “Okaaay, this is a thousand acre site, which has been constantly tamping down Toronto’s unwanted shit since nineteen eighty-six. According to Mr Webber over there –” he jabbed a finger towards Mackenzie, who was leaning unhappily against a spade he’d brought along to show willing, “– there could be between two and four bodies that have been preserved in much the same way as Richard Leslie Baker was. Mr Webber didn’t report this…” He raised his voice a few decibels. “Because he’s a fucking moron! So, we will now have the pleasure of digging in thirty-four Celsius heat until we find these bodies! According to Mr Webber, the bodies were all wrapped in black plastic bags and had been placed in this area. However, his memory appears to be a little vague on these matters.” Timms scowled at Mackenzie and then at the assembled agencies. “Any findings should be reported to any of the detectives on the first four numbers of the call sheet.”

Timms made his way over to Eleanor and Laurence. “He

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