Death Angels: A Chief Inspector Erik Winter Novel by Ake Edwardson; Ken Schubert

Author:Ake Edwardson; Ken Schubert
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780143116097
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 1997-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

The suite was on the second floor, its windows overlooking a tranquil courtyard to the east. It consisted of a bedroom, a living room and a large kitchenette with a dining alcove. The bathroom actually worked, a rarity in England—you could turn on the faucets without attending a crash course in the aqueducts of ancient Rome.

He took off his jacket and shirt and was about to splash some water under his armpits but decided to shower instead. It could be a long day.

A towel around his waist, he lifted the wall phone off the hook and dialed, opening the drapes while he waited. It was one-thirty, and the sunlight that flooded the room was unlike anything he’d ever seen in this hotel. Maybe spring had arrived after all. A patch of blue sky framed the sooty buildings in the distance.

“Four Area Southeast, Major Investigation Pool, Detective Constable Barrow,” a woman answered.

“Chief Inspector Erik Winter from Sweden here. May I speak to Steve Macdonald?”

“Hold on, please,” she said flatly.

There was a murmur at the other end. The constable was talking to somebody seated nearby. Winter heard a shuffling sound.

“Macdonald.”

“It’s Erik Winter.”

“Ah, Winter. Delayed again?”

“I’m in London.”

“Good to hear it. Where exactly?”

“At my hotel on Earl’s Court Road.”

“I can send someone to pick you up, but it will take a while.”

“Isn’t British Rail just as fast?”

“Depends.”

“If you’re down in Thornton Heath, I know how to get there. My timetable says the train leaves from Victoria Station.”

“It takes twenty-five minutes, and you’ll see some of the most beautiful scenery in the world.”

“That clinches it.”

“Take the District Line from Earl’s Court to Victoria Station. It’s only a couple of stops.”

“I know.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

Winter could tell Macdonald had already made up his mind: Mr. Scandi-know-it-all has arrived.

“You’re starting to figure me out.”

“Call when you get to Thornton Heath Station and I’ll send someone for you,” Macdonald said and hung up.

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