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Deadly Focus
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Author: R. C. Bridgestock
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view and aerial photographs, please?’ Dawn asked the officer in the control room via the radio. ‘A body tent and windbreaks would be good too. They’ll need to be the sturdy ones. The wind’s really picking up here.’
    ’I’ll contact operational support and get back to you,’ came the crackling reply.
    ‘Fell walking isn’t my speciality, boss, and no way am I going to get my new boots covered in sheep shit,’ said Dawn looking down at them, horrified at the prospect.
    ‘You girl. I’ve got my wellies in the boot, but you’re not having them.’
    ‘You’ll just have to carry me, then, won’t you?’ she said cheekily.
    ‘Impossible,’ he remarked, laughing, which made his lips stretch tight and sting. ‘Ow,’ he said.
    ‘Serves you right.’
     
    Dawn was married and had met her husband Ralph while they were still at school. She’d been a waitress and he’d been a trainee chef. Her Achilles’ heel was food, which she never apologised for. ‘You are what you eat,’ she would often say, ‘And boy, do I eat.’ Ralph was now the head chef and owner of a restaurant they’d named ‘ Mawingo’, Swahili for ‘up in the clouds’, after a place they had visited on their honeymoon. It had far-reaching views across the Yorkshire countryside, and a fantastic reputation. She assured Ralph she didn’t love him for his culinary specialities, but it was a hell of a bonus.
     
    Access to Dean Reservoir was difficult. Salters Road was a narrow, single track tarmac road with few passing places. It was littered with potholes and corroded edges, definitely not a road on which you could travel at speed.
    ‘I’m glad it’s your bloody car we came in,’ said Dawn as they bumped along the uneven surface. The road was on a slow incline to such a height that you could see over the historic village that lay below in the valley. They travelled up the hill and the road opened up to a huge expanse with long distance views of moorland. It was nice in summer, but in winter it was bleak, barren and uninviting. The hills in the distance were dark silhouettes touching the sky. The clouds rested on the ground and the trees beyond appeared to float as if suspended in the sky. It was an awesome sight. If it had been painted it would have looked unrealistic on canvas. To the left of the road was a coppice of trees; some evergreen, some bare, which shielded the reservoir ahead. The trees were bending as though exercising in the strong wind. There were no homesteads nearby. It was a lonely scene. As they travelled the desolate road a few sheep wandered around near to the walls. They could be seen huddled together in the distance, desperately trying to shelter from the elements, the only visible sign of life around. Dylan had ensured the road was closed off to all traffic where the outer cordon started. It would ensure that the Press with their marvellous zoom lenses could not get close enough to take photographs of the body. He knew once they heard about it they would be there like a shot.
    ‘Do you think it’s Daisy?’ Dawn asked.
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    The wind roared across the moor, flattening the long grass and teasing the trees in its path. They stopped in the gravelled car park alongside the marked police vehicles. Dylan’s car door was almost ripped off its hinges as he opened it onto the rough open terrain. There were deep dark holes filled with bits of twig and clumps of heather underfoot. The crime scene tape flapped about like the tails of a kite in the wind. The weather could at any moment turn perishing, Dylan knew only too well. Outdoor clothing was a must. He was immediately impressed with how the first two uniformed officers at the scene had acted on their own initiative and made a mental note to send a report to their supervision to praise them. Future CID material, he thought to himself as he began clambering into his protective suit. Leaves curled and twisted, sweeping the ground around

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