Death in Holy Orders by James P. D

Author:James, P. D. [James, P. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Crime, thriller, Religion
ISBN: 9780375413841
Amazon: 0375413847
Goodreads: 1129378
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2001-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

8

The call came through to Detective Inspector Piers Tarrant at six-fifteen. Within ten minutes he was ready to leave. He had been instructed to call for Kate Miskin on the way and reflected that this was unlikely to cause delay: Kate’s flat on the Thames, just beyond Wapping, was on the route out of London he proposed to take. Detective Sergeant Robbins lived on the Essex border and would drive his own car to the scene. With luck, Piers hoped to overtake him. He let himself out of his flat and into the early-Sunday-morning quiet of the deserted streets. He collected his Alfa Romeo from the garage space which was his by courtesy of the City of London Police, slung his murder bag in the back and set off eastward on the same route along which Dalgliesh had travelled two days before.

Kate was waiting for him at the entrance to the block where she had a flat overlooking the river. He had never been invited inside, nor had she ever seen the interior of his flat in the City. The river, with its ever-changing light and shade, its dark surging tides and busy commercial life, was her passion as the City was his. His flat comprised only three rooms above a delicatessen in a back street near St. Paul’s Cathedral. The camaraderie of the Met and his sexual life had no part in this private world. Nothing in the flat was superfluous, and everything was carefully chosen and as expensive as he could afford. The City, its churches and alleys, its cobbled passages and seldom-visited courts, was both a hobby and a relief from his professional world. Like Kate, he was fascinated by the river, but as part of the City’s life and history. He cycled each day to work and used his car only when he left London, but when he drove, it had to be a car he was happy to own.

Kate buckled herself into the seat beside him after a brief greeting and for the first few miles didn’t speak, but he could sense her excitement as he knew she sensed his. He liked her and he respected her, but their professional relationship wasn’t without its occasional small jags of resentment, irritation or competition. But this was something they shared, this surge of adrenalin at the beginning of a murder inquiry. He had sometimes wondered whether this almost visceral thrill wasn’t uncomfortably close to blood-lust; certainly it held something of a blood sport.

After they had left Docklands behind them, Kate said, “All right, put me in the picture. You read theology at Oxford. You must know something about this place.”

The fact that he had once read theology at Oxford was one of the few things about him she did know, and it had never ceased to intrigue her. Sometimes he could imagine that she believed he had gained some special insight or esoteric knowledge which gave him an advantage when it came to the consideration of motive and the infinite vicissitudes of the human heart.

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