Poisoned Blue (Jamie Stanley Crime Scene Investigation Series Book 1) by Katie L Thompson Page A

help to them whatsoever.
    “A murder took
place here on Saturday morning.”
    “That’s why no
one answered the door to my daughter.” His face went pale. “Neil was away all
weekend which means … oh no … no … no.”
    Jamie came up
behind them just as the guy slid down the wall with his head in his hands.
    “How do you
know Mrs–” Carl began, but Jamie put her hand on his shoulder to stop him.
    They took a
step away to give the man some space, but didn’t move too far away in case the
whole thing was just a show, and he decided to run.
    “How? Who?
Why?” he muttered.
    Carl went to
answer his questions, but Jamie stopped him.
    “He doesn’t
want to know, not yet,” she said. “He’s talking to himself, not us.”
    Jamie
straightened out her blouse – wishing she hadn’t chosen today to wear white –
and sat on the floor next to the black haired man. “How do you know Mrs
Longacre?”
    When he looked
up, she passed him a tissue.
    “She’s my
ex-wife. We don’t speak anymore, but she still sees our daughter every now and
then when Neil’s away with work.” He sobbed and blew his nose in the tissue.
    “Why didn’t
Neil tell us any of this?”
    “He doesn’t
know, and he can’t find out. Sara always said she’d tell him, but she never
did. After a while she said she couldn’t tell him, she’d left it too long.” He was
silent for a few seconds. “I guess it doesn’t matter if he finds out now.”
    “Can you tell
us how this works then? The bit about your daughter.”
    “Sara calls me
when Neil’s away for the weekend, and we arrange for Zoe, our daughter, to
spend the weekend with her. The only other contact I have with Sara is to say
when we’re fifteen minutes away.”
    “And, what’s
your name?” Jamie asked, realising she’d missed out vital information.
    “Greg Turner.”
    “How old is
your daughter?”
    “Almost
fourteen.”
    “And, she
enjoys spending time with her mum?”
    “I don’t know
if she enjoys it, but she always comes home with a new wardrobe of clothes.”
    Jamie looked
to Carl. He shook his head – he didn’t have anything else to ask.
    “Let us know
if you think of anything that could help us. Do you need a lift home
somewhere?” From the state of him, it didn’t look like he’d be fit to drive.
    “Okay and no.
I’ll drive myself home in a while. I’ll go to the café for a bit or something.”
    Jamie wasn’t
sure that was a good idea, but he wasn’t theirs to worry about.
    They waited
until Greg had left the premises before driving back to the station.
    “What are you
looking at?” Carl asked, thankfully he was driving at a more reasonable speed
now that they weren’t in a hurry.
    “I have a
missed message from Alex.”
    “Call him.”
    “That’s what I
was going to do, but then you asked me what I was doing, so I had to stop to
talk to you.”
    Carl stayed
silent.
    “You called,”
Jamie said when Alex picked up.
    “About an hour
ago, Danny said he was feeling better and wanted something to eat, so I made
him that soup Mum always makes when we’re ill.”
    “Good idea. He
needs to eat.”
    “Exactly.
That’s what I thought. It’s just, when I’d made the soup and went back to his
room, he wasn’t there.”
    “What do you
mean, he wasn’t there?” Jamie looked at Carl who just laughed.
    “He left a
note saying he’d gone to the station.”
    “We’ll be
there in about five minutes.”
    “Sorry, I was
only gone a few minutes.” Alex hung up.
    Jamie put her mobile
in her handbag. “You’ll never guess what’s happened.”
    “Oh let me
try. Danny made some excuse to get Alex out of the room and is now at the
station waiting for us?”
    “How did you
know?”
    “Danny doesn’t
believe in having time off work or being ill. This isn’t the first time he’s
done something like this.”
    The car
screeched to a halt in the parking space.
    “Hey, you said
I could drive if we weren’t in a hurry,” Jamie