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

said.
    “Yeah, but
then I decided I didn’t want to die today.” Carl pushed the station door open.
    “What? Hey?”
    “Howdy
everyone,” Danny put on a fake accent – it was awful.
    “I can’t
believe you tricked my brother like that,” Jamie said.
    “I know. I’ll
apologise to him later, but that soup he was preparing smelled awful.”
    Jamie let the
conversation drop. There was no denying it – Alex was terrible at cooking.
    “So, what have
you two been up to? How did the meeting this morning with Sara’s boss go?”
    Carl filled
Danny in on everything they’d done that morning while Jamie made herself
comfortable at her desk. Although, it was only eleven o’clock, and she wasn’t particularly
hungry, she took her sandwiches out of her top drawer and took a swig of cold
coffee. She’d only taken a few sips before they’d been rushed out of the office,
and she’d hate to see it go to waste.
    “Didn’t you
have something you wanted to tell us?” Carl asked when he’d finished filling
Danny in.
    “Uh hum,” she
mumbled through a mouthful of sandwich. She brushed the crumbs from her hands
and retrieved her mobile from her bag. “Do either of you know the place in the
woods where the waterfall is?”
    “Yes,” they
said in unison.
    “Alex took me
there last night, thinking it was some unknown location.” She flipped through
the pictures on her mobile until she found the ones she wanted. “There were two
people there when we got there. They were very close.”
    “You mean a
pair of lovers?” Carl interjected.
    “Sort of, I
suppose. Anyway, I took some pictures,” Jamie said.
    “You took
pictures of a pair of lovers?”
    She shot Carl
a glance to make him shut up. “Do you recognise this woman?” she handed the mobile
to Danny.
    “Yes,” he said
immediately. “That’s the cow who slammed the door on my head.” He looked closer
at the picture. “Is that Mr Longacre?”
    “Uh huh.”
    Carl peered
over Danny’s shoulder – now interested in the conversation. “But, what are they
doing together?”
    “Maybe Mr
Longacre did kill his wife with the help of someone else.”

 
    Chapter Nine
     
     
    Jamie looked at her whiteboard.
They had five key suspects.
    “Read it out
again,” Danny said.
    “The husband,
the cleaner, the husband’s lover, the work colleague and the ex-husband,” Jamie
read down the suspects column.
    “I think we
can rule the cleaner out. Marion may have had a key, but she doesn’t seem to
have any possible motive.”
    Jamie took her
red pen and drew a squiggly red line through the boxes concerning Marion, the cleaner.
    “What do we
know about Greg?” Danny asked.
    “He’s the
ex-husband, they had a daughter together and, as far as we know, he’s the last
person to have spoken to her,” Jamie said.
    “About that,”
Carl said, “I’ve been looking at the records. It says here that they married in
December 2000, which would have made Sara nineteen, and they divorced in 2013,
the day before she married Neil.”
    “That can’t be
right.” Jamie looked over his shoulder.
    “They married
in St. Peters, the church down the road,” Carl said.
    “That’s had
the same vicar for as long as I can remember. Let’s talk to him. He has to be
the person who married them,” Danny said.
    “It’s not far,
let’s walk down now.” Carl got up from his desk and rattled the keys in his
hand.
    Danny
shivered.
    “It’s about a
hundred degrees in here, Dan,” Carl said. “Go home and go to bed.”
    “No, I’m
coming with you. It’s just a little fever.”
    Jamie grabbed
her coat, it might have been hot in the station, but it was cold outside.
     
    “Sara June Longacre. I remember
her,” the vicar said. He took them through to a small office at the back of the
church.
    “According to
our records, she divorced her ex-husband the day before marrying her new
husband. Is that right?” Danny was expecting him to say ‘no’.
    “Yes. I’m
afraid that’s