Read Online Evil Games by Angela Marsons - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Angela Marsons
Ads: Link
number.’
‘Did you call the police when the brick got thrown?’
‘You pair might be tekkin his murder serious but I doe think a brick through the window of a convicted rapist woulda brought much of a response.’
Kim didn’t answer; she knew Mrs Harris was probably correct.
There were no clues to be found in the threats and abuse he’d suffered, so Kim moved on.
‘Did he always take his wallet with him, you know, to pop into the pub?’
‘No, he never went to the pub on Friday or Saturday; too many folks. His wallet is on the table in the other room.’
‘Did he ever carry a knife, say for his own protection?’ Bryant asked.
Mrs Harris frowned. ‘He dint tell me if he did.’
They were prevented from asking any further questions by a knock at the door. The constable who had been observing went to answer it. Kim idly wondered how the frail woman was going to manage once this resource was removed. Eventually the case would be solved and the liaison officer would be reassigned.
‘That’ll be the Blue Cross,’ Mrs Harris said sadly.
As she spoke the words, the dog again rested against Kim’s leg. She did nothing as she realised that short of a good kick the bloody thing wasn’t going anywhere.
‘Blue Cross?’ Bryant asked.
‘The rescue centre that Barney come from. They’ve come to tek him back. I cor look after him. It ay fair.’
Fresh tears welled in her eyes. ‘My lad loved that dog, liked to think he’d given him a second chance.’
A male and female both bearing the logo of the rescue centre entered the room.
‘His dog lead is hanging over there. His bed is in the lounge and tek that brown teddy bear. It’s his best toy.’
The dog’s body trembled as it backed up against Kim’s legs. A feeling of sadness washed over her. The dog hadn’t judged his master on past crimes; he’d been a loyal, faithful friend and now his life here was over.
The male gathered the dog’s belongings as the woman retrieved the lead.
Mrs Harris leaned forward and patted the dog one last time. ‘I’m sorry, Barney, but I cor look after yer, mate.’
The woman attached the lead and began walking the dog out of the house. He turned at the front door, fixing Kim with a sorrowful, questioning stare.
She watched as the dog was led away from everything he knew. He was being returned to the display shelf, back on parade for another chance at a good home. A feeling she knew all too well.
Kim stood, abruptly. ‘Come on, Bryant, I think we have all we need.’
TWELVE
Alex headed towards Cradley Heath, impressed with her ability to adapt. In her field of research there were bound to be disappointments along the way. Shane had let her down but she’d turned that little situation to her own advantage without any detection.
There were always casualties of research but as yet Alex had not encountered any collateral damage that was not worth the end result. Disappointments were an occupational hazard but she was nothing if not resourceful.
Like now. After the events of the previous night it would only be right to pop back to Hardwick House to make sure everyone was okay, and if Barry happened to be around, then it could be a very good day after all.
She needed the distraction from thinking about Ruth. She had to accept that she would not get any data until their next scheduled appointment. The story was all over the news but the police would never put it together in that time, especially if Ruth had listened to her properly and removed the knife.
The day was bright but breezy. The trees moved as the last traces of winter were blown away.
As she drove through Cradley Heath she stopped at the Tesco superstore and picked up a selection of cheap cakes and pastries. It didn’t cost a lot, but again perception was everything.
She pulled onto the drive of Hardwick House and noticed a couple of extra cars. The weekend brought visitors to the occupants.
‘Refreshments,’ she said, entering the kitchen. David
‘Did you call the police when the brick got thrown?’
‘You pair might be tekkin his murder serious but I doe think a brick through the window of a convicted rapist woulda brought much of a response.’
Kim didn’t answer; she knew Mrs Harris was probably correct.
There were no clues to be found in the threats and abuse he’d suffered, so Kim moved on.
‘Did he always take his wallet with him, you know, to pop into the pub?’
‘No, he never went to the pub on Friday or Saturday; too many folks. His wallet is on the table in the other room.’
‘Did he ever carry a knife, say for his own protection?’ Bryant asked.
Mrs Harris frowned. ‘He dint tell me if he did.’
They were prevented from asking any further questions by a knock at the door. The constable who had been observing went to answer it. Kim idly wondered how the frail woman was going to manage once this resource was removed. Eventually the case would be solved and the liaison officer would be reassigned.
‘That’ll be the Blue Cross,’ Mrs Harris said sadly.
As she spoke the words, the dog again rested against Kim’s leg. She did nothing as she realised that short of a good kick the bloody thing wasn’t going anywhere.
‘Blue Cross?’ Bryant asked.
‘The rescue centre that Barney come from. They’ve come to tek him back. I cor look after him. It ay fair.’
Fresh tears welled in her eyes. ‘My lad loved that dog, liked to think he’d given him a second chance.’
A male and female both bearing the logo of the rescue centre entered the room.
‘His dog lead is hanging over there. His bed is in the lounge and tek that brown teddy bear. It’s his best toy.’
The dog’s body trembled as it backed up against Kim’s legs. A feeling of sadness washed over her. The dog hadn’t judged his master on past crimes; he’d been a loyal, faithful friend and now his life here was over.
The male gathered the dog’s belongings as the woman retrieved the lead.
Mrs Harris leaned forward and patted the dog one last time. ‘I’m sorry, Barney, but I cor look after yer, mate.’
The woman attached the lead and began walking the dog out of the house. He turned at the front door, fixing Kim with a sorrowful, questioning stare.
She watched as the dog was led away from everything he knew. He was being returned to the display shelf, back on parade for another chance at a good home. A feeling she knew all too well.
Kim stood, abruptly. ‘Come on, Bryant, I think we have all we need.’
TWELVE
Alex headed towards Cradley Heath, impressed with her ability to adapt. In her field of research there were bound to be disappointments along the way. Shane had let her down but she’d turned that little situation to her own advantage without any detection.
There were always casualties of research but as yet Alex had not encountered any collateral damage that was not worth the end result. Disappointments were an occupational hazard but she was nothing if not resourceful.
Like now. After the events of the previous night it would only be right to pop back to Hardwick House to make sure everyone was okay, and if Barry happened to be around, then it could be a very good day after all.
She needed the distraction from thinking about Ruth. She had to accept that she would not get any data until their next scheduled appointment. The story was all over the news but the police would never put it together in that time, especially if Ruth had listened to her properly and removed the knife.
The day was bright but breezy. The trees moved as the last traces of winter were blown away.
As she drove through Cradley Heath she stopped at the Tesco superstore and picked up a selection of cheap cakes and pastries. It didn’t cost a lot, but again perception was everything.
She pulled onto the drive of Hardwick House and noticed a couple of extra cars. The weekend brought visitors to the occupants.
‘Refreshments,’ she said, entering the kitchen. David
Similar Books
