could who take off her glasses, let her hair down and shake it from side to side as they do in those infamous hair shampoo commercials. Voila, you’d have a voluptuous, vibrant, confident, attractive female who would turn heads as she walked down the street.
Sian was ambitious, diligent, and hard working. Still only twenty-seven, she’d never hidden the fact that she wanted to succeed in her career and sought promotion. In his development reviews with her, he’d been impressed with her grasp of PACE, the Police and Criminal Evidence Act, the code of ethics by which the police structured their work. He’d mused that she must have swallowed the manuals whole.
“Nothing to report. The crew at the China Garden, near where the body was found, tipped out about 12.30 a.m. and they saw nothing. No one at the hotel on the corner had anything new to shed on the situation either. The casino further up and near the club drew a blank too.
We also checked with the residents of the apartments above the Chinese, but other than some residents complaining to us about the smell of fried food from downstairs… like we’re going to do anything about it,” she said with a shrug, “There was nothing, Guv.”
“So nothing then. Thought that might be a long shot,” sighed Scott. “CCTV?”
“Nope, nothing there either, Guv, nearest camera is at the top of Preston Street on Western Road, and it was pointing along Western Road, I’m afraid.”
“Sly. Smart as well as dangerous, or just plain lucky,” Scott exhaled as he locked his hands on top of his head. “Mike?”
Mike was caught off guard in the middle of emptying a can of Redbull, causing him to dribble the drink down his chin, much to the amusement of Raj perched on the edge of chair beside him.
“Get this man a bib, someone,” Raj teased. Mike glared at him with embarrassment whilst giving him the middle finger, but saying nothing.
“Forensics have come back to confirm that the bags of powder we found at Stone’s flat and the club were cocaine. There were cocaine traces on the table in Stone’s office and interestingly on many of the tables in the club. There were also traces of coke in the toilets of Urban, and marijuana trances at Urban too.”
“Also no matching prints on the system for those found on the twenty pound notes, Guv.”
“So it looks like they turned a blind eye to drugs in the cubs, and Stone must have known about it, or at worst, was supplying it,” Scott said. He closed his eyes as he massaged the back of his neck.
“Could give us a motive,” piped up Sian.
“That’s certainly a possibility.”
“Sian, I want you to get onto the high tech unit and see if they’ve got everything off his phone. Also get onto his phone provider for phone records. Any problems with a lack of co-operation then let me know.”
“Will do, Guv.”
“Abby, tomorrow I want you to start checking around your drug contacts. Tug the collars of the dealers and the users to see if anyone knows about the drugs scene at the Phoenix and Urban.”
Abby nodded in agreement.
“Anything else worth raising?” asked Scott looking around those gathered.
A knock on the door interrupted the meeting. Seeing the desk sergeant through the glass panels, Scott waved him in.
“Sorry to interrupt, sir, but I thought you should know that a body’s just been found by uniformed officers in suspicious circumstances. The victim’s been stabbed through the neck.”
“Shit.”
Chapter 8
The target had just parked in the residents’ parking bays after one of his many clandestine meetings. The area was poorly lit with just one solitary street light casting dim shadows. It was 2.30 a.m., the law-abiding residents of this council estate would be in bed. No one would be around to disturb this moment of avengement.
He was evil--he needed to be dealt with .
The killer had been watching from his carefully chosen spot in the shadows on this chilly spring night. The only clue
Sian was ambitious, diligent, and hard working. Still only twenty-seven, she’d never hidden the fact that she wanted to succeed in her career and sought promotion. In his development reviews with her, he’d been impressed with her grasp of PACE, the Police and Criminal Evidence Act, the code of ethics by which the police structured their work. He’d mused that she must have swallowed the manuals whole.
“Nothing to report. The crew at the China Garden, near where the body was found, tipped out about 12.30 a.m. and they saw nothing. No one at the hotel on the corner had anything new to shed on the situation either. The casino further up and near the club drew a blank too.
We also checked with the residents of the apartments above the Chinese, but other than some residents complaining to us about the smell of fried food from downstairs… like we’re going to do anything about it,” she said with a shrug, “There was nothing, Guv.”
“So nothing then. Thought that might be a long shot,” sighed Scott. “CCTV?”
“Nope, nothing there either, Guv, nearest camera is at the top of Preston Street on Western Road, and it was pointing along Western Road, I’m afraid.”
“Sly. Smart as well as dangerous, or just plain lucky,” Scott exhaled as he locked his hands on top of his head. “Mike?”
Mike was caught off guard in the middle of emptying a can of Redbull, causing him to dribble the drink down his chin, much to the amusement of Raj perched on the edge of chair beside him.
“Get this man a bib, someone,” Raj teased. Mike glared at him with embarrassment whilst giving him the middle finger, but saying nothing.
“Forensics have come back to confirm that the bags of powder we found at Stone’s flat and the club were cocaine. There were cocaine traces on the table in Stone’s office and interestingly on many of the tables in the club. There were also traces of coke in the toilets of Urban, and marijuana trances at Urban too.”
“Also no matching prints on the system for those found on the twenty pound notes, Guv.”
“So it looks like they turned a blind eye to drugs in the cubs, and Stone must have known about it, or at worst, was supplying it,” Scott said. He closed his eyes as he massaged the back of his neck.
“Could give us a motive,” piped up Sian.
“That’s certainly a possibility.”
“Sian, I want you to get onto the high tech unit and see if they’ve got everything off his phone. Also get onto his phone provider for phone records. Any problems with a lack of co-operation then let me know.”
“Will do, Guv.”
“Abby, tomorrow I want you to start checking around your drug contacts. Tug the collars of the dealers and the users to see if anyone knows about the drugs scene at the Phoenix and Urban.”
Abby nodded in agreement.
“Anything else worth raising?” asked Scott looking around those gathered.
A knock on the door interrupted the meeting. Seeing the desk sergeant through the glass panels, Scott waved him in.
“Sorry to interrupt, sir, but I thought you should know that a body’s just been found by uniformed officers in suspicious circumstances. The victim’s been stabbed through the neck.”
“Shit.”
Chapter 8
The target had just parked in the residents’ parking bays after one of his many clandestine meetings. The area was poorly lit with just one solitary street light casting dim shadows. It was 2.30 a.m., the law-abiding residents of this council estate would be in bed. No one would be around to disturb this moment of avengement.
He was evil--he needed to be dealt with .
The killer had been watching from his carefully chosen spot in the shadows on this chilly spring night. The only clue
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