Death Marks (The Symbolist) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Katy Walters
bill Tomkins.'
The tall lanky officer nodded, he was renowned for his fastidious attention to detail which showed in his immaculate grey pin striped suit.
'DS Williams I want you to take on HOLMES along with Papworth. It's going to be in great demand on this one. This might be the unsubs' first homicide in the area, but we need to check out the MO with other forces countrywide.'
Papworth, feeling proud, timidly grinned across to DC Green, looking for some sign of recognition. He fancied her from afar, if anything was going to happen between them, it would be up to her. Catching his glance, she raised her sharp pointed chin ignoring him.
'DC Barrett? You'll obviously take up the post as Family Liaison Officer.'
The young woman nodded, pulling at a long braid of chestnut hair, as her cheeks flushed a brighter shade of peach. Redd was grateful they had an officer of her calibre. Once a counsellor, she'd joined the Force feeling she would have more to offer the victims, and their traumatized families.
Clearing his throat after a bout of smoker's cough, Watkins growled, So what do I do?'
Pursing his lips, Redd, said, ' Back up Green and Crosby, check on the outer perimeter of the crime, knock up those isolated cottages leading into the Vale.'
'Aw come on boss, you know my back's a killer.'
'You can sit in the bloody car while the uniforms knock on the door - play back-up.'
Glowering, Watkins crossed his arms over his chest, muttering to an officer sitting beside him.
Red sighed; the man was on his second warning but if anything, his attitude worsened. Ignoring him, Redd turned to his partner. 'Now Dove, besides heading the inquiry teams, I want you to liaise with the media. Give out a follow-up TV news flash straightaway. Use the Conference Room, good backdrop there with the Sussex Police Insignia. Just a short sharp statement - give a picture of the male, conceal the decapitation and remember no details of the mutilations for both victims. Set up one to one interviews with the press when we have more to offer. Attend them yourself, if DCI Cummings or I are otherwise engaged.
Felicity Dove scowled; she thought he'd lump it on her. If there was one thing she hated, it was appearing on TV. She needed to lose half a stone in weight at least, and straighten out the corkscrew curls, if she was to go on screen.
She'd tackle him later. He wasn't going to get away scot-free. He might be her boss, but it didn't mean he could dump on her.
'So people, get to it. I want results fast. Papworth get onto forensics for the tyre marks. I need them ASAP. Let's get moving.'
Looking at their faces, he saw the set expressions, the determination in their eyes. They would hold the images in their brains, images of mutilated guts, images of bleached old bones that would push them when the going got tough. When they'd worked fourteen hours, grit scraping their eyeballs, fatigue breaking their backs, they would fight on. There were two kids brutally murdered, it couldn't happen again, not on their patch.
Chapter 6
Sitting in Debbie Stamp's tiny office. Redd toyed with his cup of tea. As usual, the Station's counsellor wore a tailored jacket and skirt, fitting her slim curves; the dark blonde hair worn in a sleek French knot, accentuated the paleness of her blue eyes.
'You look like you need some sleep.'
'It's better than it was.'
Debbie frowned. 'A year is not a long time. So how do you feel, dealing with this case?'
'Okay.'
'You don't think you came back too soon?'
'What else can I do? Anyway, I need the contacts - need to be on the inside.'
'You're still searching?'
His voice tensed, ' Why would I stop?'
'Come on Redd, you know I have to ask the questions. D'you think this case is too soon - too much?'
'You're like my bloody sister. I can handle it.'
Seeing the thin scar on his cheek redden, she said, ' Look, as your counsellor, I suggest you contact Doctor Evans, just let him know what kind of case this is. You may need
The tall lanky officer nodded, he was renowned for his fastidious attention to detail which showed in his immaculate grey pin striped suit.
'DS Williams I want you to take on HOLMES along with Papworth. It's going to be in great demand on this one. This might be the unsubs' first homicide in the area, but we need to check out the MO with other forces countrywide.'
Papworth, feeling proud, timidly grinned across to DC Green, looking for some sign of recognition. He fancied her from afar, if anything was going to happen between them, it would be up to her. Catching his glance, she raised her sharp pointed chin ignoring him.
'DC Barrett? You'll obviously take up the post as Family Liaison Officer.'
The young woman nodded, pulling at a long braid of chestnut hair, as her cheeks flushed a brighter shade of peach. Redd was grateful they had an officer of her calibre. Once a counsellor, she'd joined the Force feeling she would have more to offer the victims, and their traumatized families.
Clearing his throat after a bout of smoker's cough, Watkins growled, So what do I do?'
Pursing his lips, Redd, said, ' Back up Green and Crosby, check on the outer perimeter of the crime, knock up those isolated cottages leading into the Vale.'
'Aw come on boss, you know my back's a killer.'
'You can sit in the bloody car while the uniforms knock on the door - play back-up.'
Glowering, Watkins crossed his arms over his chest, muttering to an officer sitting beside him.
Red sighed; the man was on his second warning but if anything, his attitude worsened. Ignoring him, Redd turned to his partner. 'Now Dove, besides heading the inquiry teams, I want you to liaise with the media. Give out a follow-up TV news flash straightaway. Use the Conference Room, good backdrop there with the Sussex Police Insignia. Just a short sharp statement - give a picture of the male, conceal the decapitation and remember no details of the mutilations for both victims. Set up one to one interviews with the press when we have more to offer. Attend them yourself, if DCI Cummings or I are otherwise engaged.
Felicity Dove scowled; she thought he'd lump it on her. If there was one thing she hated, it was appearing on TV. She needed to lose half a stone in weight at least, and straighten out the corkscrew curls, if she was to go on screen.
She'd tackle him later. He wasn't going to get away scot-free. He might be her boss, but it didn't mean he could dump on her.
'So people, get to it. I want results fast. Papworth get onto forensics for the tyre marks. I need them ASAP. Let's get moving.'
Looking at their faces, he saw the set expressions, the determination in their eyes. They would hold the images in their brains, images of mutilated guts, images of bleached old bones that would push them when the going got tough. When they'd worked fourteen hours, grit scraping their eyeballs, fatigue breaking their backs, they would fight on. There were two kids brutally murdered, it couldn't happen again, not on their patch.
Chapter 6
Sitting in Debbie Stamp's tiny office. Redd toyed with his cup of tea. As usual, the Station's counsellor wore a tailored jacket and skirt, fitting her slim curves; the dark blonde hair worn in a sleek French knot, accentuated the paleness of her blue eyes.
'You look like you need some sleep.'
'It's better than it was.'
Debbie frowned. 'A year is not a long time. So how do you feel, dealing with this case?'
'Okay.'
'You don't think you came back too soon?'
'What else can I do? Anyway, I need the contacts - need to be on the inside.'
'You're still searching?'
His voice tensed, ' Why would I stop?'
'Come on Redd, you know I have to ask the questions. D'you think this case is too soon - too much?'
'You're like my bloody sister. I can handle it.'
Seeing the thin scar on his cheek redden, she said, ' Look, as your counsellor, I suggest you contact Doctor Evans, just let him know what kind of case this is. You may need
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