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particular Taser which was used.’
‘Are you telling me this guy was Tasered ?’
‘Look. Over there.’ Riley pointed to a clump of heather where a flash of yellow lay amongst purple flowers. Still on his knees, he shuffled closer, feeling the damp of the moor seep through to his skin. The sliver of bright yellow plastic looked something like a piece of disposable packaging. ‘That’s part of a Taser cartridge. Totally illegal for private use of course.’
Riley didn’t pick up the plastic. Instead he stood. This put a whole different slant on the situation. Not only would Sleet’s car need to be gone over by the CSIs, now they’d need a team up on the moor too.
‘So Sleet’s …’ Enders stood as well and turned his head back and forth. ‘Where?’
‘Fuck knows,’ Riley said.
The day had been long and largely fruitless, Savage thought as she traipsed across the car park about to head home in the gathering gloom. There’d been some excitement when it turned out Jason’s father, like Ned Stone, also had several convictions for assault, less when he was tracked down to a cell in HMP Exeter. As for Stone, he was certainly an unpleasant piece of work, but she remained to be convinced he had anything to do with Jason’s disappearance.
‘Ma’am!’ The shout came from DC Calter, half tripping down the steps from the entrance to the station. She jogged across the car park and stood next to her, shoulders down. ‘It’s the boy, ma’am. A body. Sorry.’
‘Oh.’ Savage put out a hand and steadied herself against her car. For a moment anger welled inside, but she was surprised how quickly the feeling was replaced with resignation. As if, deep down, she’d known the probable outcome all along. She stared past Calter towards the concrete monstrosity of the station. ‘Sometimes I wonder why we do this job.’
‘Me too.’
Savage shook her head. Focused on Calter. ‘Where?’
‘On the Drake’s Trail cycle path. The Shaugh Prior tunnel. In there.’
‘Get back inside the station,’ Savage said as she opened the car door. She ducked in. ‘Find Gareth Collier and start setting things in motion. I want Ned Stone brought in and questioned too. Oh, and if no one else has, then you’d better call the DSupt as well.’
‘In hand, ma’am. Apparently he’s heading out to the crime scene himself.’
‘Hardin? Great, that’s all we need.’
Savage slammed the door, started up, and swung the car out of the station car park. She headed north up the Tavistock Road, swept along in the dwindling traffic of the rush hour. She then turned right down past Bickleigh Barracks. After passing the entrance to the army base, the road narrowed and turned left and then right before crossing over the disused railway line, now a cycle trail. The lane followed a strip of woodland and then crossed back over the line at the entrance to the Shaugh Prior tunnel. She pulled over to the left-hand side of the road and parked behind a marked police car. The lights on top flashed, each flash painting the surroundings with a blue-grey streak. As she got out, the door to the car opened and a uniformed officer emerged.
‘Evening,’ he said. He nodded into the car where a woman officer sat in the passenger seat half turned so she could watch the middle-aged man slumped in the rear. ‘PC Dawson, ma’am. I’ll take you down to the scene while Lisa here stays with the gentleman who found him.’
‘No one remained with the body then?’ Savage said.
‘Er, no.’ The officer reached up and scratched the back of his neck. ‘Bit nippy. Plus somebody had to stay up here with this fella.’
‘Both of you?’
‘Yes. Backup in case he got nasty or tried to do a runner.’
‘I see.’ Savage peered in the window again at the man in the back. He appeared too shell-shocked to do anything much. She gestured to where a narrow path led from the road down to the cycle track. ‘Shall we?’
PC Dawson nodded and then tramped
‘Are you telling me this guy was Tasered ?’
‘Look. Over there.’ Riley pointed to a clump of heather where a flash of yellow lay amongst purple flowers. Still on his knees, he shuffled closer, feeling the damp of the moor seep through to his skin. The sliver of bright yellow plastic looked something like a piece of disposable packaging. ‘That’s part of a Taser cartridge. Totally illegal for private use of course.’
Riley didn’t pick up the plastic. Instead he stood. This put a whole different slant on the situation. Not only would Sleet’s car need to be gone over by the CSIs, now they’d need a team up on the moor too.
‘So Sleet’s …’ Enders stood as well and turned his head back and forth. ‘Where?’
‘Fuck knows,’ Riley said.
The day had been long and largely fruitless, Savage thought as she traipsed across the car park about to head home in the gathering gloom. There’d been some excitement when it turned out Jason’s father, like Ned Stone, also had several convictions for assault, less when he was tracked down to a cell in HMP Exeter. As for Stone, he was certainly an unpleasant piece of work, but she remained to be convinced he had anything to do with Jason’s disappearance.
‘Ma’am!’ The shout came from DC Calter, half tripping down the steps from the entrance to the station. She jogged across the car park and stood next to her, shoulders down. ‘It’s the boy, ma’am. A body. Sorry.’
‘Oh.’ Savage put out a hand and steadied herself against her car. For a moment anger welled inside, but she was surprised how quickly the feeling was replaced with resignation. As if, deep down, she’d known the probable outcome all along. She stared past Calter towards the concrete monstrosity of the station. ‘Sometimes I wonder why we do this job.’
‘Me too.’
Savage shook her head. Focused on Calter. ‘Where?’
‘On the Drake’s Trail cycle path. The Shaugh Prior tunnel. In there.’
‘Get back inside the station,’ Savage said as she opened the car door. She ducked in. ‘Find Gareth Collier and start setting things in motion. I want Ned Stone brought in and questioned too. Oh, and if no one else has, then you’d better call the DSupt as well.’
‘In hand, ma’am. Apparently he’s heading out to the crime scene himself.’
‘Hardin? Great, that’s all we need.’
Savage slammed the door, started up, and swung the car out of the station car park. She headed north up the Tavistock Road, swept along in the dwindling traffic of the rush hour. She then turned right down past Bickleigh Barracks. After passing the entrance to the army base, the road narrowed and turned left and then right before crossing over the disused railway line, now a cycle trail. The lane followed a strip of woodland and then crossed back over the line at the entrance to the Shaugh Prior tunnel. She pulled over to the left-hand side of the road and parked behind a marked police car. The lights on top flashed, each flash painting the surroundings with a blue-grey streak. As she got out, the door to the car opened and a uniformed officer emerged.
‘Evening,’ he said. He nodded into the car where a woman officer sat in the passenger seat half turned so she could watch the middle-aged man slumped in the rear. ‘PC Dawson, ma’am. I’ll take you down to the scene while Lisa here stays with the gentleman who found him.’
‘No one remained with the body then?’ Savage said.
‘Er, no.’ The officer reached up and scratched the back of his neck. ‘Bit nippy. Plus somebody had to stay up here with this fella.’
‘Both of you?’
‘Yes. Backup in case he got nasty or tried to do a runner.’
‘I see.’ Savage peered in the window again at the man in the back. He appeared too shell-shocked to do anything much. She gestured to where a narrow path led from the road down to the cycle track. ‘Shall we?’
PC Dawson nodded and then tramped
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