Between Frames by W. R. Gingell

Author:W. R. Gingell [Gingell, W. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: W.R. Gingell
Published: 2019-05-30T22:00:00+00:00

I don’t think Detective Tuatu would have believed that I was allowed to look at the footage and discuss it with him if he hadn’t seen JinYeong as soon as he walked through the door.

He nodded warily at JinYeong, who smirked at him, and said, “I don’t suppose I could have a cuppa, could I?”

“I’ll even get you some biscuits,” I said, heading for the kitchen. “I wanted to ask you about the rest of the footage and stuff.”

The detective followed me. He was probably put off by JinYeong’s unblinking stare. “The rest of it?”

“Yeah. I mean, the bloke obviously knows where all the cameras are, so—”

“We noticed that, too,” Tuatu said grimly. “I’ve had someone combing over the rest of the footage for the last couple of days, but we haven’t been able to pinpoint anyone in all five lots of footage.”

“How’d he get the info on the cameras, then?” I demanded, filling the kettle.

“From the security company, perhaps. I’ve got someone looking into that, as well—I might have more answers for you—for them—tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “That reminds me. I wanted you to have a look at one of the clips—the one of the woman getting murdered. I thought I saw something there, but I’m not sure.”

Not to mention the dead guy who was walking around. I wanted to ask about him, too, but not in front of JinYeong, who had followed us, slowly and softly, into the kitchen. That they already knew about it, I was fairly certain; that they wouldn’t want me to know about, I was absolutely certain about. Maybe I’d have to text my questions.

Detective Tuatu nodded wearily, and I wondered how many times he’d looked at the footage himself. Just enough to get nightmares, or enough so that it was all a flat jumble of nasty that wasn’t quite real?

“I’ll bring the biscuits,” I said, by way of cheering him up, and JinYeong made a sulky complaint from his side of the kitchen island. To him, I said, “You’ve still got blood in the fridge. Stop whinging.”

“Blood?” said Detective Tuatu, startled, as I grabbed the biscuits and my coffee. “There’s blood in your fridge?”

“Yeah, it goes bad if you leave it out,” I called over my shoulder.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, catching up with me at the top of the stairs. “Where are you getting blood from?”

“A couple hospitals, mostly,” I said. “Not too much, though; JinYeong usually goes out and gets a bit of fresh stuff whenever he’s too hungry.”

There was an eloquent silence behind me before Detective Tuatu sighed and said, “Why do I even ask?”

“Dunno,” I said cheerfully, switching on the monitor. “Woulda thought you’d know better by now.”

I put the biscuits down beside the keyboard on his side and kicked a chair toward him. “Sit down. I’ve got to find the right clip and the right part of it. Plus I’ve got some other questions.”

“Can’t wait. What are the other two up to?”

I shrugged. “Dunno. They’ve been leaving the house without telling me where they’re going, these days.

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