For Reasons Unknown: A gripping crime debut that keeps you guessing until the last page. Michael Wood
Читать онлайн.| Название | For Reasons Unknown: A gripping crime debut that keeps you guessing until the last page |
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| Автор произведения | Michael Wood |
| Жанр | Полицейские детективы |
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| Издательство | Полицейские детективы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008158668 |
Read on extract from The Hangman’s Hold
It could have been any sitting room in any house throughout the country but it wasn’t. It was a room in the middle of South Yorkshire Police HQ, designed to give a relaxed, homely atmosphere. From the outside, it looked friendly and inviting, but if walls could talk they would tell a different story. Here, parentless children were comforted; victims of rape and sexual abuse were given tea and sympathy; and elderly victims of brutal crimes were consoled by fresh-faced WPCs with soothing tones and a never-ending supply of tissues.
Sitting on the floor was a blond, blue-eyed eleven-year-old boy dressed in a grey tracksuit that didn’t belong to him. He was surrounded by blank sheets of paper and an array of wax crayons, coloured pencils, and felt-tip pens. Squatting next to him was a young PC, who, against orders from his superiors, had not changed out of uniform.
The door opened and in walked Dr Sally McCartney. Unlike the PC, she had softened her appearance. Gone were the severe ponytail and conservative jacket. She had removed her glasses and suffered the anxiety of touching her eyes to put in contact lenses. She shot the PC a look of indignation. He could have at least taken off his uniform jacket.
‘Hello Jonathan,’ she said. The young boy didn’t look up from his drawings. ‘My name is Sally. I’ve come to have a chat with you if that’s all right?’
He continued to scribble on the paper. Sally McCartney knelt down to his level and looked over his shoulder. He had drawn a house and was colouring in a large tree next to it.
‘Is this your house?’
Jonathan nodded.
‘It’s very nice. That’s a lovely tree too. Do you climb it?’ No reply. ‘Which room is yours?’
He pointed to the top right window with the blue curtains, then went back to colouring in the tree.
‘Is the room next to yours your brother’s?’
He nodded again.
‘Jonathan, we’ve been looking for your brother but we can’t seem to find him. Do you know where he might be?’
Jonathan stopped drawing and looked up as if in thought. He looked across to Dr McCartney and fixed her with an expressionless stare, then returned his attention back to his drawing.
‘Jonathan, we need to find your brother. It’s very important. Do you know any of his friends?’
The door opened and Detective Sergeant Pat Campbell popped her head into the room. She looked haggard, having been on duty for more than twenty hours. She signalled for Dr McCartney to join her in the corridor.
‘Why didn’t that PC change out of his bloody uniform as I told him to?’ she asked before the DS could speak.
‘I don’t know. He should have done.’ The DS sighed and looked to the ceiling. ‘Has the boy said anything?’
‘Not yet.’
‘It is paramount we find his brother.’
‘I heard that his mother was still alive. How is she?’
‘I don’t know where you heard that from. Both parents were pronounced dead at the scene. They were hacked to death.’
‘Jesus. Well he doesn’t need to know any of that. Not now at any rate.’
‘We’ve