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Authors: Neal Martin
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someone as high profile as the Lord Mayor of Belfast?
It didn't make sense.
Edger couldn't help looking at his watch again. He was acutely aware of each passing second that ticked by.
He thought about Kaitlin, how scared she sounded on the phone. Then he thought about Gemma, about how terrified she must be, thinking that she may never see her daughter again.
He was the cause of all that pain. He was responsible for turning all their lives upside down.
Which meant it was his responsibility to fix it.
And fix it he would.
CHAPTER NINE
Detective Inspector Paul Black and Detective Sergeant Rosalind McKee stood outside the door of Harrison Edger's apartment. Detective Black, a stout, barrel chested man in his forties, dressed in a dark suit, wrapped on the door three times with his knuckles. It was the second time he had done so and there was still no response.
"Maybe he's out trying to get his daughter back," Detective McKee said, one hand in the pocket of her grey pant suit, a black notebook in the other. Rosalind McKee was tall and athletically built, her dirty blond hair tied back in a bun, revealing the angular features of her face, which along with her piercing blue eyes, made her look more like a model than a cop sometimes. Detective Black liked her though. She only made detective a year ago, but she since proved herself to be hard working and dedicated, if a little too ambitious.
"Maybe," Detective Black said, before banging on the door again, harder this time. "Mr. Edger, it's the police. If you're in there, we need to talk to you about what happened this morning with your daughter." He paused for a moment and listened. When he got no response, he added, "You're going have to talk to us at some stage, Mr. Edger. If you don't, we'll arrest you as a possible suspect."
A few seconds later, there was the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the door from inside the apartment. Black and McKee exchanged glances and then the door opened. They were greeted by an unusually tall and well-built man who looked to be somewhere around forty. The man wore dark jeans and a black jacket like he was just about to go out. "Mr. Edger?" Black asked, showing the man his ID.
"Yes," Edger said, seemingly unaffected by the fact that the police were at his door. He appeared to Black to be a man used to dealing with authority figures, and wasn't easily intimidated by them. In fact, Edger seemed used to being one of those authority figures himself. "I'm Detective Inspector Paul Black, and this is Detective Sergeant Rosalind McKee from CID. Can we come in?"
Edger looked at them both in turn for a second, his face blank. For a man whose daughter had just been abducted, he seemed unusually calm. He nodded once and stood to the side to let them both into the apartment.
Black went in first, with McKee following behind him. "Nice place you have here," he said, walking over to the black leather sofa and sitting down. "You have a good view of the Lagan from here, no doubt?"
Edger said nothing as he closed the door behind McKee, who came and sat down beside Black on the sofa. "Where you about to go out?" McKee asked Edger.
Again, Edger said nothing. He sat down on a single leather armchair facing them, his thick forearms resting on either side of it, then he gave them the same blank look without saying anything.
Black felt McKee shifting beside him uncomfortably. There was no doubt there was something intimidating about Edger, which probably had to do with the fact that he had been a soldier for the last two decades, operating in some of the world's worst war zones. Black had dealt with many men of Edger's ilk over the years, so-called hard men who supposedly feared nothing and no one. In most cases, it was just a front. In Edger's case however, Black sensed he was the real deal.
But so was Black.
"So, Mr. Edger," Black began, taking out his notebook and flicking
It didn't make sense.
Edger couldn't help looking at his watch again. He was acutely aware of each passing second that ticked by.
He thought about Kaitlin, how scared she sounded on the phone. Then he thought about Gemma, about how terrified she must be, thinking that she may never see her daughter again.
He was the cause of all that pain. He was responsible for turning all their lives upside down.
Which meant it was his responsibility to fix it.
And fix it he would.
CHAPTER NINE
Detective Inspector Paul Black and Detective Sergeant Rosalind McKee stood outside the door of Harrison Edger's apartment. Detective Black, a stout, barrel chested man in his forties, dressed in a dark suit, wrapped on the door three times with his knuckles. It was the second time he had done so and there was still no response.
"Maybe he's out trying to get his daughter back," Detective McKee said, one hand in the pocket of her grey pant suit, a black notebook in the other. Rosalind McKee was tall and athletically built, her dirty blond hair tied back in a bun, revealing the angular features of her face, which along with her piercing blue eyes, made her look more like a model than a cop sometimes. Detective Black liked her though. She only made detective a year ago, but she since proved herself to be hard working and dedicated, if a little too ambitious.
"Maybe," Detective Black said, before banging on the door again, harder this time. "Mr. Edger, it's the police. If you're in there, we need to talk to you about what happened this morning with your daughter." He paused for a moment and listened. When he got no response, he added, "You're going have to talk to us at some stage, Mr. Edger. If you don't, we'll arrest you as a possible suspect."
A few seconds later, there was the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the door from inside the apartment. Black and McKee exchanged glances and then the door opened. They were greeted by an unusually tall and well-built man who looked to be somewhere around forty. The man wore dark jeans and a black jacket like he was just about to go out. "Mr. Edger?" Black asked, showing the man his ID.
"Yes," Edger said, seemingly unaffected by the fact that the police were at his door. He appeared to Black to be a man used to dealing with authority figures, and wasn't easily intimidated by them. In fact, Edger seemed used to being one of those authority figures himself. "I'm Detective Inspector Paul Black, and this is Detective Sergeant Rosalind McKee from CID. Can we come in?"
Edger looked at them both in turn for a second, his face blank. For a man whose daughter had just been abducted, he seemed unusually calm. He nodded once and stood to the side to let them both into the apartment.
Black went in first, with McKee following behind him. "Nice place you have here," he said, walking over to the black leather sofa and sitting down. "You have a good view of the Lagan from here, no doubt?"
Edger said nothing as he closed the door behind McKee, who came and sat down beside Black on the sofa. "Where you about to go out?" McKee asked Edger.
Again, Edger said nothing. He sat down on a single leather armchair facing them, his thick forearms resting on either side of it, then he gave them the same blank look without saying anything.
Black felt McKee shifting beside him uncomfortably. There was no doubt there was something intimidating about Edger, which probably had to do with the fact that he had been a soldier for the last two decades, operating in some of the world's worst war zones. Black had dealt with many men of Edger's ilk over the years, so-called hard men who supposedly feared nothing and no one. In most cases, it was just a front. In Edger's case however, Black sensed he was the real deal.
But so was Black.
"So, Mr. Edger," Black began, taking out his notebook and flicking
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