Unholy Murder by Lynda La Plante

Author:Lynda La Plante
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Bonnier Publishing Fiction

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jane had a restless night thinking about Bishop Meade, Thomas Durham and Lee Holland. She woke at six and couldn’t get back to sleep, so she decided to have a shower and go to work.

Sitting in a peaceful, empty office, with a sausage sandwich and cup of tea for breakfast, she started reading through the convent planning documents.

Jane came across something of interest and immediately phoned Nick. He sounded groggy.

‘You not out of bed yet?’ she asked.

‘I was just about to get up.’

‘Pull the other one.’

‘What are you doing up so early?’ he asked, yawning.

‘Working!’ she said. ‘I’ve just found a solicitor’s document which says the convent chapel and grounds were deconsecrated by the diocese in 1964, which was just after the nuns moved out and prior to the purchase of the land by your father. I’ll have to run it by my DCS first, but hopefully you might be able start digging again.’

‘That’s great news, Jane,’ he said. ‘I could kiss you all over.’

‘You’ll have to wait until tonight for that. Got to go.’ She looked up and saw Boon, who was limping badly and had a black eye.

‘What happened to you?’ Jane asked.

‘Essex police. One of their players deliberately kicked me in the bloody shin. I had a row with him, then he head-butted me.’

‘And there was me thinking rugby was a rough game,’ she said, shaking her head.

He grinned. ‘It was worth it, though. The twat got sent off and we won the game three-one.’ He raised his leg, struggling to sit comfortably at his desk.

‘Do you really think you’re fit enough to work?’

He looked offended. ‘I’ve never gone sick because of a football injury.’

‘I admire your attitude, especially as some officers go sick at the first sniff of a cold.’

‘Can you do me a favour, sarge?’

‘Depends what it is.’

‘Would you mind nipping up to the canteen and getting me a bacon sarnie and a coffee? The first flight of stairs took forever, and my legs are killing me.’

‘I thought you were fit enough to work, Boony . . .’

‘I’ll get it myself then,’ he frowned, putting his hands on the desk to support his weight as he tried to get up.

‘Sit down,’ Jane said. ‘I’m only joking.’ She picked up her purse. ‘Seeing as you’re so poorly, I’ll even buy it for you.’

*

On her way back from the canteen, Jane bumped into Stanley on the stairs.

‘Morning, Stanley. Nice weekend?’

‘Yeah, not bad. Yourself?’

She thought it best not to tell him about her date with Nick or her visit to Thomas Durham’s house. ‘Pretty boring really. Spent most of it looking through the planning documents. I also had an interesting conversation with Jack the mortuary technician.’

Stanley shook his head in disbelief. ‘Do you ever actually get out and have some fun on your days off?’

‘Yes, of course I do,’ she said defensively. ‘But there’s a lot to do on this investigation, and only me and Boon working on it at the moment.’

‘You know what your problem is?’ he said.

Jane sighed.

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