Funeral Rites: A DI Harry Blackburn Novel by Alfie Robins

Author:Alfie Robins [Robins, Alfie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Caffeine Nights Publishing
Published: 2014-12-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The Policeman Has Doubts

I sat in my chair, staring out of the balcony doors onto the marina, thinking. My mind was all over the place: what kept coming to the fore front was the dream, driving my car in the middle of the night, snow, ice, and a body. Had I really been out that night? Did I kill the girl? No bloody way. I searched for answers and came back at myself with more questions. Even though the problem with Kaja was sorted, the elusive smell of her perfume kept haunting me, which reminded me I hadn’t been doing as much as I should have to find her sister. I made a mental note to make it a priority.

To say I was confused would be the understatement of the century. I needed to know: had it been a dream? Did I know the girl? And more importantly, did I kill her? Jesus Christ, what the hell was going on? How was I going to find answers to all these questions?

To hell with it, I went and poured myself a stiff drink and put the TV on to try to take my mind off things. Then I remembered about the pile of wet clothes on the bedroom floor and finding my car keys on the table, I remembered I was out of it, drugged up to the eyeballs, but I had no recollection whatsoever of leaving the apartment. Another drink. I sat looking out until I felt myself nodding off and headed for my bed. I could still smell Kaja’s perfume as I passed the spare room.

***

I woke before any verbal assault from the alarm; surprisingly, I felt ok. I sat at the kitchen table with a mug of tea and a couple of slices of toast, listening to the early news on Radio Humberside, the local station. There were the usual stories about the depressing state of the economy; forty-six people in Hull were chasing each job vacancy. On the plus side, the new proposed Siemens Green Port on the old Alexandra Dock promised job creation: that had to be good for the city.

‘Morning, Ria.’ She was already hard at it in her sectioned-off part of the squad room. The lads on the night shift were few and far between, most of them had already skived off and my lot were starting to make an appearance. I tried not to show how I was really feeling, what with recent events it was bloody hard to keep it hidden when I was feeling so pissed off. ‘Have you had your hair done?’ I couldn’t really tell but it helps now and again to keep her happy.

‘No.’ Sub-consciously she brought her hand up to touch her fringe. ‘What are you after, “H”?’

‘A bacon banjo wouldn’t go amiss, with that brew we’re having. Please.’

She did that shake of her head thing that she does, mumbled something and went off to the canteen.

I went into my office and got settled behind my desk ready for what the day might bring.

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