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caution. He would need to check this with Gorman in due course. He would also need to check whether Benton had a police record before paying him a visit.
Dixon knocked on the door of the Fayter’s bungalow in Braithwaite Place just after 10.00am the following morning. He had taken the precaution of ringing ahead to ensure that Maureen Fayter would be out. He had also arranged for a police dog handler to meet him at the bungalow.
‘Still digging, Nick?’
‘I am. And I’m afraid you’re not going to like what I’m finding, John. What time will Maureen be back?’
‘Not until late afternoon. She’s gone shopping with a friend in Bath.’
‘Good. First things first. I left Jake’s computer on his bed last time I was here. Would you mind if I take it? I need to get the High Tech Unit to have a look at it.’
‘No, of course. You take it.’
‘Is Jake’s car still in the garage?’
‘Yes.’
‘Would you mind if we reversed it out into the driveway? I didn’t mention when we spoke earlier but I’ve arranged for a police dog handler to come and he’ll need room to manoeuvre.’
‘Police dog handler? Is it a sniffer dog? Please tell me Jake wasn’t dealing drugs?’
‘It’s starting to look that way, John,’ replied Dixon.
‘Christ, no. What am I going to tell Maureen? We knew he was no saint but…’
John Fayter’s voice tailed off.
‘I’m afraid things are going to get worse before they get better.’
‘What was it? Please tell me it’s not heroin.’
‘At this stage, it looks like ecstasy. But I can’t really say more now.’
John Fayter looked as if he was about to throw up.
‘How about we get his car out? Where are the keys?’
John Fayter fetched the car keys and went round to the front of the garage. He opened the door, squeezed in along the side of the Subaru and climbed into the driver’s seat just as the police dog van arrived and parked across the driveway.
John Fayter reversed the Subaru into the driveway and switched off the engine. He looked at Dixon, clearly unsure what to do next.
‘Why don’t you go in, John? We’ll be a minute.’
John Fayter nodded. He handed the keys to Dixon and went inside the bungalow. The police dog handler went round the car opening all the doors and the boot. He went to the back of his van reappearing a few moments later with a liver and white springer spaniel. He let the dog off the lead and watched with Dixon while the dog covered the whole car inside and out. The dog appeared to pause on the backseat of the Subaru and then continued sniffing all over the passenger compartment. It spent several minutes in the boot of the car before returning to the backseat where it sat barking at the rear seat armrest.
‘Looks like we have a result, Sir.’
The dog handler put the springer spaniel back on the lead and went to put him back in the van.
‘We may need him again in a minute. I’d like him to have a look in one of the bedrooms.’
‘Ok, Sir.’
Dixon sat on the passenger seat and pulled down the armrest. It had been hollowed out. It appeared normal from the passenger compartment but when lowered it revealed a perspex box with two small holes in the top and side. The box had been set into the armrest. The inside of the box had been divided into four compartments, each divided horizontally. The compartments were lined with foam. There was also a switch wired up to a small light bulb. Both had been taped to the inside of the perspex box. Dixon realised he was looking at an incubator.
‘Any luck, Sir?’
Dixon had found four small plastic bags each containing two pink tablets on the bottom shelf of the rudimentary incubator. He passed them out to the dog handler.
‘Ecstasy, Sir?’
‘PMA.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Think ecstasy only stronger and far more dangerous.’
‘I’ve not come across it before,’ said the dog handler, as he placed each of the four plastic bags into a large evidence bag.
‘There’s a lot
Dixon knocked on the door of the Fayter’s bungalow in Braithwaite Place just after 10.00am the following morning. He had taken the precaution of ringing ahead to ensure that Maureen Fayter would be out. He had also arranged for a police dog handler to meet him at the bungalow.
‘Still digging, Nick?’
‘I am. And I’m afraid you’re not going to like what I’m finding, John. What time will Maureen be back?’
‘Not until late afternoon. She’s gone shopping with a friend in Bath.’
‘Good. First things first. I left Jake’s computer on his bed last time I was here. Would you mind if I take it? I need to get the High Tech Unit to have a look at it.’
‘No, of course. You take it.’
‘Is Jake’s car still in the garage?’
‘Yes.’
‘Would you mind if we reversed it out into the driveway? I didn’t mention when we spoke earlier but I’ve arranged for a police dog handler to come and he’ll need room to manoeuvre.’
‘Police dog handler? Is it a sniffer dog? Please tell me Jake wasn’t dealing drugs?’
‘It’s starting to look that way, John,’ replied Dixon.
‘Christ, no. What am I going to tell Maureen? We knew he was no saint but…’
John Fayter’s voice tailed off.
‘I’m afraid things are going to get worse before they get better.’
‘What was it? Please tell me it’s not heroin.’
‘At this stage, it looks like ecstasy. But I can’t really say more now.’
John Fayter looked as if he was about to throw up.
‘How about we get his car out? Where are the keys?’
John Fayter fetched the car keys and went round to the front of the garage. He opened the door, squeezed in along the side of the Subaru and climbed into the driver’s seat just as the police dog van arrived and parked across the driveway.
John Fayter reversed the Subaru into the driveway and switched off the engine. He looked at Dixon, clearly unsure what to do next.
‘Why don’t you go in, John? We’ll be a minute.’
John Fayter nodded. He handed the keys to Dixon and went inside the bungalow. The police dog handler went round the car opening all the doors and the boot. He went to the back of his van reappearing a few moments later with a liver and white springer spaniel. He let the dog off the lead and watched with Dixon while the dog covered the whole car inside and out. The dog appeared to pause on the backseat of the Subaru and then continued sniffing all over the passenger compartment. It spent several minutes in the boot of the car before returning to the backseat where it sat barking at the rear seat armrest.
‘Looks like we have a result, Sir.’
The dog handler put the springer spaniel back on the lead and went to put him back in the van.
‘We may need him again in a minute. I’d like him to have a look in one of the bedrooms.’
‘Ok, Sir.’
Dixon sat on the passenger seat and pulled down the armrest. It had been hollowed out. It appeared normal from the passenger compartment but when lowered it revealed a perspex box with two small holes in the top and side. The box had been set into the armrest. The inside of the box had been divided into four compartments, each divided horizontally. The compartments were lined with foam. There was also a switch wired up to a small light bulb. Both had been taped to the inside of the perspex box. Dixon realised he was looking at an incubator.
‘Any luck, Sir?’
Dixon had found four small plastic bags each containing two pink tablets on the bottom shelf of the rudimentary incubator. He passed them out to the dog handler.
‘Ecstasy, Sir?’
‘PMA.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Think ecstasy only stronger and far more dangerous.’
‘I’ve not come across it before,’ said the dog handler, as he placed each of the four plastic bags into a large evidence bag.
‘There’s a lot
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