Killing Pretties by Rob Ashman

Author:Rob Ashman
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-03-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30

M alice burst into the office and tossed Pietersen’s car keys onto the desk. She was hunched over her keyboard, scrolling through CCTV footage, surrounded by reams of paper.

‘You were right. It ran like a badger’s arse,’ he said.

‘Told you. Bloody thing,’ Pietersen replied over her shoulder.

‘It’s a nice motor.’

‘It’s nice when it runs right.’

‘A blocked fuel injector and a dodgy cable. It’s a wonder it ran at all.’

‘What?’

‘That’s what was wrong with it. My guy said you need to get it serviced by someone who knows what they’re doing.’

‘It’s fixed?’

‘Yep,’ Malice slumped down in his chair and flipped open his laptop.

‘Shit, thanks. I mean… how much do I owe you.’

‘Nothing.’

‘Come on I must owe something? That can’t have been cheap?’

‘How much cash do you have on you?’

‘I don’t know.’ Pietersen found her bag and rummaged in her purse. ‘Twenty-three quid and some change.’

Malice got up and wandered over, dipped his hand in and came away with the twenty-pound note. ‘That’ll do. You can buy me a coffee with the rest.’

‘Twenty quid! It must have cost double that, and add a zero on the end?’ Pietersen’s eyebrows couldn’t go any higher.

‘Let’s just say it’s my way of saying sorry for getting off on the wrong foot the first time we met.’

‘You don’t have to—’

‘It didn’t cost me anything and this…’ he held up the twenty-pound note, ‘will buy my mate a few beers and a bag of chips.’

‘I don’t know what to say.’

‘Talk to me about the Von Trapps,’ Malice returned to his seat and folded his arms across his chest.

‘I have the CCTV from their local train station as well as taxi records. I’ve also got a request in with the boss for the bank records of Damien and Elsa Kaplan.’

‘That’s good. Waite hasn’t got back to me regarding us getting another body, I’ll chase that up.’

Pietersen’s phone buzzed on the desk.

‘Excuse me, I need to take this,’ she said, walking to the back of the room and staring out the window. When she disconnected the call, she spun around. ‘Do you mind if I shoot off for a bit? Something’s come up.’

‘When you get back we’ll take a run out to have another chat with the Kaplans.’

‘Won’t be long.’

Pietersen scampered down the stairs into the car park. She put the key in the ignition and fired up the Porsche. She listened to the familiar sound of the big engine idling inches behind her; a smile spreading across her face.

She pulled out of the car park and headed away from town onto the duel carriageway. The tuned exhaust growled with delight. She shifted through the gears and took her foot off when she ran out of road at one hundred and ten miles an hour.

Malice had been right — he’d certainly fixed it.

Pietersen cruised along a back road until she came to a public viewing area. The suspension bridge towered overhead. She got out and could hear the trucks and cars rumbling above her. She made her way along a narrow foot path which was overgrown.

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