Pity The Dead: A Gripping Crime Thriller (Solomon Gray Book 5) by Keith Nixon

Author:Keith Nixon [Nixon, Keith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gladius Press
Published: 2019-05-17T06:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

The following morning Gray was at his desk when Hamson entered.

“How was your drink with Yarrow?” asked Gray. He couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s not funny,” said Hamson. “And don’t ever do that to me again.”

“He’s a good guy.”

“Maybe, but he’s recently divorced, did you know?”

“So what? Anyway, I thought you wanted a relationship.”

“Not with a bloody copper!”

“Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“Oh, that’s lovely. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was a knock, Pfeffer standing in the doorway to his office. “Sorry, ma’am.” She focused on Gray. “Sir, I’ve got something,” said Pfeffer, her words a rush. “Well, two things actually.”

“What, Melanie?”

“It’s best I show you. Can I use your computer?”

Gray pushed back from his desk, stood. “All yours.”

Pfeffer moved Gray’s chair into the corner, bent over and rattled at the keyboard. Hamson raised an eyebrow at Gray. “The train operator finally came back with the CCTV from the Minster station,” said Pfeffer.

“About bloody time.”

“There’s been a strike.”

“Again? It’s like being back in the ‘70s.”

“I wouldn’t know, sir.” Gray glanced at Pfeffer to see if she was trying to be funny, but the DC was concentrating on her task, biting her bottom lip. Hamson smirked. “I went over the footage from the day Myerscough disappeared,” said Pfeffer. “I found this.” Pfeffer pointed at the screen.

Where Gray had expected to see a concrete platform and metal rails through the lens, there were clouds scudding across a dark sky and the swaying leaves of some treetops. “The other view is the same.” Pfeffer clicked. The perspective was slightly different due to the placement of the second camera, but neither showed what they should. The time on the counter in the corner of the screen was 08.03.

“No bloody use then,” said Gray.

“Hang on.” Pfeffer clicked at the keys again. “This is from the day before.”

The perspective now was as Gray had initially expected. A handful of people standing on the platform, most concentrating on their phones. A train arrived, moving across the screen from right to left. The people dragged their attention away from the mobile devices, got onto the train. Pfeffer paused the footage. She tapped Gray’s monitor. “That’s Myerscough.”

Gray leaned in, Hamson at his shoulder. The image was slightly blurry, the man glancing over his shoulder. “Are you sure?”

“Sure enough. I’ve gone back through the previous days. It’s him. Same time, same place.”

“This is the day before he went missing, you say?” asked Gray.

“Right.” Pfeffer poked at the keys again. There was a change, now the footage showed brightness in the foreground, the spilling of light from an overhead illumination, darkness in the distance. The clock in the corner now read 01.07. Then the aspect jerked upwards and the camera was staring at sky. Pfeffer paused the playback. “The same happens to the other camera.”

“So at night when there aren’t any trains due and sensible people are in bed the cameras get moved.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And then Myerscough disappears,” said Gray.

“Seemingly, yes.”

“He didn’t want us to see which train he got onto.”

“That’s not it at all.” Pfeffer pulled up yet another piece of footage.

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