The Cedar Face: DI Jewell book 3 (DI Elizabeth Jewell) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Carole Pitt
along with her hands outstretched. Janet rushed towards her and it was then she saw the blood. 'Come,' Libby gasped, holding out a bloodied hand. 'Come quickly.'
Janet's legs shook so badly she thought they'd give way. 'I don't understand Libby. Stand still for a moment, take a few deep breaths.'
Libby nodded and slumped to the garound. Janet helped her up trying to avoid the blood. 'Show me what's happened,' Janet pleaded.
Seconds later Libby turned around and headed back the way she had come. Janet followed until they came to the largest art studio. Janet could see blood on the door handle as Libby moved towards it.
'Don't touch the handle,' Janet shouted. She'd read enough murder mysteries to know about crime scenes. She inched closer, the door was very slightly ajar and she pushed it open with her toe. Inside it was obvious there had been a struggle. Half finished canvases lay across the floor. Someone had deliberately knocked them from the wall and trodden on them. Red stains pooled on the floor.
'He's in there,' Libby said pointing to a partitioned office.
At first, Janet felt confused, wondering what Libby meant. Then she saw the body. Even though she was familiar with the office, her brain didn't connect the dots. Janet moved forward carefully amongst the debris. None of this makes any sense, she thought. I'm just a cleaner who leads a very ordinary life. Why should this happen to me? She turned to face Libby who was shivering and realised she was in shock. 'Let's go back to our cubbyhole and have a cup of tea,' she said.
Libby started to cry and suddenly Janet felt very strong. Stronger then she'd felt for a long time. They walked slowly and Janet felt no urgency to contact the emergency services. She wanted to sort Libby out first, because she knew they'd be stuck here for hours. When Libby settled down, she'd keep herself busy until the police arrived and try to forget about the knife sticking out of Keith Wilson's chest.
CHAPTER FIVE
Detective Constable Wayne Eldridge propped his feet on the table and balanced his laptop on his stomach. Apart from a couple of junior detectives huddled together in the far corner, the incident room was empty. He looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was nearly eight o'clock. The two rookies would be off home soon and he would have the place to himself. Thank God, he thought, as he clicked on "The Portal of Fate" icon on his desktop. His Uncle Frank had bought him the fantasy role-play game for his birthday at the end of April. Initially Eldridge assumed it was a kid's game and had thrown it into a drawer and forgotten all about it until a few days ago. While he waited for the game to load Eldridge thought about the short romance he'd enjoyed with his colleague Katie Gardiner. It had come to an abrupt end after he had turned up drunk at her mother's house. Afterwards, much to his surprise, depression had set in. On the second night of his new single status, he'd needed a distraction other than alcohol and remembered the game. Now he was addicted, to the point where he'd started to play at work. In a relatively short space of time, he had reached level fifty-three thanks to Park Road HQ experiencing a quiet spell.
Miss Goody Two Shoes and her slave, Eldridge's new name for DI Elizabeth Jewell and DS Patterson, were busy trying to solve a spate of burglaries at a warehouse in Gloucester. From what he'd heard, the company supplied erotic goods, including certain illegal bondage paraphernalia and DI Jewell had vowed that after arresting the owners, she would shut the place down.
For the next twenty minutes, Eldridge was absorbed in fighting an army of Runeroons and didn't hear DCI Liam Yeats approaching.
'Get on your feet Eldridge.'
Eldridge ignored the command. The next thing he knew, a strong hand grabbed him by the elbow and yanked him to his feet while the other one rescued his laptop from falling onto the floor.
'What the bloody hell do you think
Janet's legs shook so badly she thought they'd give way. 'I don't understand Libby. Stand still for a moment, take a few deep breaths.'
Libby nodded and slumped to the garound. Janet helped her up trying to avoid the blood. 'Show me what's happened,' Janet pleaded.
Seconds later Libby turned around and headed back the way she had come. Janet followed until they came to the largest art studio. Janet could see blood on the door handle as Libby moved towards it.
'Don't touch the handle,' Janet shouted. She'd read enough murder mysteries to know about crime scenes. She inched closer, the door was very slightly ajar and she pushed it open with her toe. Inside it was obvious there had been a struggle. Half finished canvases lay across the floor. Someone had deliberately knocked them from the wall and trodden on them. Red stains pooled on the floor.
'He's in there,' Libby said pointing to a partitioned office.
At first, Janet felt confused, wondering what Libby meant. Then she saw the body. Even though she was familiar with the office, her brain didn't connect the dots. Janet moved forward carefully amongst the debris. None of this makes any sense, she thought. I'm just a cleaner who leads a very ordinary life. Why should this happen to me? She turned to face Libby who was shivering and realised she was in shock. 'Let's go back to our cubbyhole and have a cup of tea,' she said.
Libby started to cry and suddenly Janet felt very strong. Stronger then she'd felt for a long time. They walked slowly and Janet felt no urgency to contact the emergency services. She wanted to sort Libby out first, because she knew they'd be stuck here for hours. When Libby settled down, she'd keep herself busy until the police arrived and try to forget about the knife sticking out of Keith Wilson's chest.
CHAPTER FIVE
Detective Constable Wayne Eldridge propped his feet on the table and balanced his laptop on his stomach. Apart from a couple of junior detectives huddled together in the far corner, the incident room was empty. He looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was nearly eight o'clock. The two rookies would be off home soon and he would have the place to himself. Thank God, he thought, as he clicked on "The Portal of Fate" icon on his desktop. His Uncle Frank had bought him the fantasy role-play game for his birthday at the end of April. Initially Eldridge assumed it was a kid's game and had thrown it into a drawer and forgotten all about it until a few days ago. While he waited for the game to load Eldridge thought about the short romance he'd enjoyed with his colleague Katie Gardiner. It had come to an abrupt end after he had turned up drunk at her mother's house. Afterwards, much to his surprise, depression had set in. On the second night of his new single status, he'd needed a distraction other than alcohol and remembered the game. Now he was addicted, to the point where he'd started to play at work. In a relatively short space of time, he had reached level fifty-three thanks to Park Road HQ experiencing a quiet spell.
Miss Goody Two Shoes and her slave, Eldridge's new name for DI Elizabeth Jewell and DS Patterson, were busy trying to solve a spate of burglaries at a warehouse in Gloucester. From what he'd heard, the company supplied erotic goods, including certain illegal bondage paraphernalia and DI Jewell had vowed that after arresting the owners, she would shut the place down.
For the next twenty minutes, Eldridge was absorbed in fighting an army of Runeroons and didn't hear DCI Liam Yeats approaching.
'Get on your feet Eldridge.'
Eldridge ignored the command. The next thing he knew, a strong hand grabbed him by the elbow and yanked him to his feet while the other one rescued his laptop from falling onto the floor.
'What the bloody hell do you think
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