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that did stand out for me, though, is that on the list of the farm employees is one Mr. Connor Petrie. He’s showing as a casual farmhand-slash-groom. Been there since March.”
“Connor Petrie?” Lou echoed.
“One of the younger Petries. Son of Gavin Petrie and Emma Payswick, charming couple that they are.”
Lou smiled. “Well, at least this one seems to have a job. But, Ali, can you find out how Mr. Petrie came to be employed by Nigel Maitland? That seems like an odd combination. You might need to put in a request for more intel. Anyone else interesting on the list, Barry?”
He shook his head. “They’ve got a cleaner for the farmhouse, comes twice a week, various people who work with Nigel on the farm side of it, mostly casuals, but nobody jumps out. We’re working our way through them.”
She had one eye on the clock—half an hour to go until she was in front of the press.
“Jane, how are we doing with the phones?”
“We don’t have Polly’s phone—wasn’t in the cottage—but we’ve got Felicity’s and Nigel’s, although from the casual way he handed it over I would imagine it’s clean. I don’t know about the ones from the Barn, though.”
“Andy?”
He looked pissed off. “I’ll get back to you on that one. Leave it with me.”
“I will,” Lou said. “I want billings and cellsite for both their mobiles. Landline billing too.”
“I’ve already applied for billings from the farm,” Jane said.
“Thanks, Jane. Can you make sure Jason’s down as the appointed analyst?”
“I’ve done that.”
“Great. Where are we up to? I’m conscious of the time, so any urgent questions?”
She scanned the room, looking for hands, for confusion in the faces, and her eyes stopped when she got to Jason. He was looking right back at her, attentive, interested. That was a good sign, at least.
08:21
BT151—Message left on 01596 652144
Hello, this is a message for Mrs. Taryn Lewis from Sister Roberts of the Lionel Gibbins Ward, Briarstone General Hospital to let you know that your father has regained consciousness. Could you call me, please, on 921000, extension 9142. Thank you.
PRESS RELEASE
Statement prepared by Eleanor Baker, Media Officer for Eden Police, Briarstone Police Station
Briarstone Police are appealing for witnesses following the murder of Polly Leuchars in the early hours of 1 November. Polly was a regular at the Lemon Tree public house in Morden and had visited the pub on the evening of 31 October, Halloween. Police would urgently like to speak to anyone who saw Polly in the pub that evening, or who may have any other information that might help the investigation.
“We’re trying to build up an accurate picture of Polly’s last day,” said Detective Chief Inspector Louisa Smith, leading the investigation. “In particular, we don’t know who Polly was meeting. Was it you? If so, I urge you to come forward now so that you can be eliminated from our inquiries.”
Twenty-seven-year-old Polly Leuchars was found at her home, Yonder Cottage, Cemetery Lane, Morden, on the morning of 1 November. She had been brutally assaulted and was pronounced dead at the scene.
Anyone with any information is asked to contact the Incident Room directly on 01596 555612. Alternatively, you can call Crimestoppers anonymously on 0800 555 111.
- END-
08:58
“Andy,” Lou said.
He was disappearing out of the briefing room, quicker to his feet than any of the others. He froze when he heard his name.
“My office.”
She went back to the MIR next door, hoping he was following but determined not to look back at the arrogant piece of shit.
He came in behind her and closed the door. He didn’t move to sit and she didn’t request it. Instead they stood facing each other, the space in the small office made still smaller by his bulk. Even though she was wearing heels, he towered over her.
She waited for a moment, composing herself and wondering how on earth she was going to do this, and
“Connor Petrie?” Lou echoed.
“One of the younger Petries. Son of Gavin Petrie and Emma Payswick, charming couple that they are.”
Lou smiled. “Well, at least this one seems to have a job. But, Ali, can you find out how Mr. Petrie came to be employed by Nigel Maitland? That seems like an odd combination. You might need to put in a request for more intel. Anyone else interesting on the list, Barry?”
He shook his head. “They’ve got a cleaner for the farmhouse, comes twice a week, various people who work with Nigel on the farm side of it, mostly casuals, but nobody jumps out. We’re working our way through them.”
She had one eye on the clock—half an hour to go until she was in front of the press.
“Jane, how are we doing with the phones?”
“We don’t have Polly’s phone—wasn’t in the cottage—but we’ve got Felicity’s and Nigel’s, although from the casual way he handed it over I would imagine it’s clean. I don’t know about the ones from the Barn, though.”
“Andy?”
He looked pissed off. “I’ll get back to you on that one. Leave it with me.”
“I will,” Lou said. “I want billings and cellsite for both their mobiles. Landline billing too.”
“I’ve already applied for billings from the farm,” Jane said.
“Thanks, Jane. Can you make sure Jason’s down as the appointed analyst?”
“I’ve done that.”
“Great. Where are we up to? I’m conscious of the time, so any urgent questions?”
She scanned the room, looking for hands, for confusion in the faces, and her eyes stopped when she got to Jason. He was looking right back at her, attentive, interested. That was a good sign, at least.
08:21
BT151—Message left on 01596 652144
Hello, this is a message for Mrs. Taryn Lewis from Sister Roberts of the Lionel Gibbins Ward, Briarstone General Hospital to let you know that your father has regained consciousness. Could you call me, please, on 921000, extension 9142. Thank you.
PRESS RELEASE
Statement prepared by Eleanor Baker, Media Officer for Eden Police, Briarstone Police Station
Briarstone Police are appealing for witnesses following the murder of Polly Leuchars in the early hours of 1 November. Polly was a regular at the Lemon Tree public house in Morden and had visited the pub on the evening of 31 October, Halloween. Police would urgently like to speak to anyone who saw Polly in the pub that evening, or who may have any other information that might help the investigation.
“We’re trying to build up an accurate picture of Polly’s last day,” said Detective Chief Inspector Louisa Smith, leading the investigation. “In particular, we don’t know who Polly was meeting. Was it you? If so, I urge you to come forward now so that you can be eliminated from our inquiries.”
Twenty-seven-year-old Polly Leuchars was found at her home, Yonder Cottage, Cemetery Lane, Morden, on the morning of 1 November. She had been brutally assaulted and was pronounced dead at the scene.
Anyone with any information is asked to contact the Incident Room directly on 01596 555612. Alternatively, you can call Crimestoppers anonymously on 0800 555 111.
- END-
08:58
“Andy,” Lou said.
He was disappearing out of the briefing room, quicker to his feet than any of the others. He froze when he heard his name.
“My office.”
She went back to the MIR next door, hoping he was following but determined not to look back at the arrogant piece of shit.
He came in behind her and closed the door. He didn’t move to sit and she didn’t request it. Instead they stood facing each other, the space in the small office made still smaller by his bulk. Even though she was wearing heels, he towered over her.
She waited for a moment, composing herself and wondering how on earth she was going to do this, and
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