In Too Deep (Knight & Culverhouse Book 5) Read Online Free

woman lying in her doorway groaning like Chewbacca. The paramedics and the first response kids reckon she’s been attacked, but you know what they’re like. Don’t know their arse from their elbow.’
    ‘The paramedics?’ Wendy asked, just about starting to wake up.
    ‘No, the wooden tops. Wouldn’t surprise me if we turned up to find a cat stuck up a tree.’
    Wendy rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. ‘Right. Got an address?’
    ‘Yep.’
    ‘Do you want to tell me what it is?’ Wendy said, exasperated. She wasn’t in a particularly good frame of mind to deal with Culverhouse’s terse replies.
    ‘Get your arse out here and you’ll find out, won’t you?’ came the reply.
    Wendy got up out of bed, adjusted her nightdress and opened her curtains just a fraction, letting the glow from the streetlight filter into her room. Parked up on the road outside her house she could see Culverhouse sitting in his car, looking straight at her and waving. She saw him speaking into his phone a split second before she heard the voice in her ear.
    ‘Nice tits. Now hurry up and get dressed. I haven’t got much petrol left.’

6
    C ulverhouse drove as quickly and directly as he could to the crime scene, while Wendy sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window. She was glad there was very little traffic on the roads at that time of the night. As the car screeched around the corner into Manor Way, she could see the flashing blue lights up ahead and the sight of the poor victim’s neighbours peering out from their front windows.
    ‘That woman must have some kind of sixth sense,’ Culverhouse said, pointing to the pathologist, Dr Janet Grey, as they pulled up outside the house. ‘I swear she turns up before the crimes have even happened.’
    Wendy didn’t even get a chance to respond, as Culverhouse had his door open and his feet on the pavement within a second of the car coming to a halt.
    ‘Dr Grey, my one true love,’ he said as he strode up the front path and greeted the pathologist. ‘You know, you’re doing it completely the wrong way by constantly getting me out of bed.’
    Janet Grey smiled with just one corner of her mouth. ‘What can I say? It’s been a long time.’
    ‘Not as long as it’s been for me, I can assure you. What have we got?’
    ‘Not a whole lot at the moment,’ Dr Grey replied. ‘The paramedics have just taken her off to Mildenheath General. She was losing far too much blood to keep her in situ. Now we’re just waiting on SOCO to come down and do their bit.’ The Scenes of Crime Officers were the forensics team dedicated to investigating crime scenes.
    ‘Right. Well I’d rather get our bit wrapped up before the place starts to look like a beekeepers’ convention,’ Culverhouse replied. ‘Did you see the IP?’
    Wendy, who’d just managed to catch up, raised an eyebrow at Culverhouse’s use of the acronym for Injured Party. He usually stuck with ‘victim’ or, sometimes, something much worse. She wondered if perhaps he was softening in his old age and finally coming around to the world of modern policing. She doubted it, but she decided to file it away for future reference anyway.
    ‘I did,’ said Dr Grey in response to Culverhouse’s question. ‘And she didn’t look good. Blunt trauma to the back of the head, as well as bruising to her upper back. Looks as though there was a significant blow to the left-hand side of her skull, too. I reckon that’s the one that floored her first of all. Large heavy object, swung right-handed. With a fair bit of force, too, I’d say. I managed to get a few photos in case we need them, but the paramedics were keen to have her in for treatment. I told them that was fine. Hope you don’t mind me doing your job for you.’
    ‘No, not at all,’ Culverhouse replied. ‘In fact, you can grow a scrotum, put on a ten-year-old Marks & Spencer suit and go out and interview the family if you like.’
    ‘I think I’ll pass,’ the pathologist