Blood of the Raven: CRIMSON IS THE TIDE OF DEATH (DI Bethany Smith Book 9) by Emmy Ellis

Author:Emmy Ellis [Ellis, Emmy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Anne had bundled into her coat and stood outside. She loved the way the pressurised water affected Five’s skin. It pushed at it, creating ripples, and she had so much pleasure moving the jet up and down the belly so the whole body seemed to shudder, as if the woman were alive. She hummed Three Blind Mice but substituted mice for rats, loving the bit about cutting their heads off with a carving knife. In her case, the knife was her teeth.

Rolling on floor laughing.

“Stop it, you daft woman,” she muttered. “Laughing when someone’s dead is inappropriate.”

But Anne liked being inappropriate.

She stared at Five. Zooby had put a large plastic sheet down so Anne could place the body on it. Surprising how heavy she was to carry, which made manoeuvring her a tad awkward, and it was a pest flattening her out from the position she’d died in, which was on her side. He’d banged on about debris transference from here to wherever Anne was taking Five, and no, he didn’t want to know any details of what the location would be. He was a boring bastard, keep worrying about forensics and shit. God, what happened to living on the edge, to taking chances?

She pointed the jet at Five’s face. Water filled her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. Next came her ears—talk about getting them syringed.

Satisfied all traces of the scene, Zooby, and herself were off the body, Anne put on gloves then took a clean blanket out of the wrapper and draped it over Five. She tucked it beneath and lifted her, popping her in the boot, front down, ensuring none of the wet skin picked up fibres or whatever from the car. All for Zooby. All so he didn’t soil his pants about it.

She stared at the black doctor’s bag with holes in the side, which was at the back by Five’s shrouded head.

“Loving your handbag, darling. Suits you,” she told her. “Better than a Mulberry any day, eh? I mean, there’s so much space inside for… Well, you’ll find out, won’t you.”

She closed the boot and went back in to find Zooby, a spring in her step. She hadn’t been this content in ages. “I’m off then.” She put her mask on. While she knew how to avoid cameras on the roads, she loved the thrill the mask gave her. Anonymity. Her a beautiful monster living behind it. “I’ll go straight from the dump site to the baby’s place.”

“Okay.” Zooby didn’t look too happy—what a mardy git. What was up with him? Why wasn’t he excited about this?

Oh. Yes. He probably didn’t like being a killer. Shame, but this was all on him, Five being dead, so he could damn well get on with it.

She left him and drove the short distance to Shadwell Hill, Zooby’s voice in her head moaning: It’s too close to the mill. If they find her, they’ll come here. So take her somewhere else, farther away.

“Bollocks to you,” she said back

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