if on cue, the black transit arrived, bumping over the uneven ground, followed by three police cars and a van loaded with officers.
When a shout went up, all three men turned in surprise as another body rose to the surface, long black hair covering the face.
'Fucking great ,' Bannister hissed.
6
Medea parked in the short-stay bay waiting for Emma to arrive. Market Street was busy with Saturday shoppers, a gang of young lads were loitering outside the Victoria pub, some smoking cigarettes, others leaning against the wall watching as a couple of young girls sauntered past. Through the open window she heard a wolf whistle and one of the girls spun around and popped her middle finger, a couple of the lads cheered and laughed.
When Medea spotted Emma walking from the station she smiled before climbing from the car and waving. As soon as Emma saw her, her face broke into a wide grin and she hurried over dragging a small suitcase on wheels behind her. Dodging around a passing taxi she threw her arms around Medea, from across the road another wolf whistle rang out.
Emma shook her head. 'I see some things never change,' she said with a scowl.
Grabbing her suitcase Medea hauled it into the boot before climbing behind the wheel.
Emma was already in the passenger seat. 'God, it's great to see you,' she said as she dragged a hand through her shoulder length fair hair.
Then they had their arms wrapped around one another; Medea felt the tears pricking her eyes. 'I still can't believe you're here.'
'Hey, you're my best friend and besides I want to check out this fella of yours, make sure he's good enough for you before you tie the knot.'
Starting the car, Medea couldn't stop grinning. 'So, how was your trip?'
'Fine,' she looked out of the window at the people passing by, the black and white timber framed shops had been given a new coat of paint. 'The place doesn't look half bad for a change.'
'Right let's get you settled. I've got a couple of bottles of red in the fridge.'
'So, where is this Lasser today?'
'Working as usual.'
'I still can't believe you fell for one of the boys in blue.'
Medea clicked her seatbelt into place before pulling away from the curb. 'Ah well you see, he doesn't wear a uniform.'
'So he's a detective?'
Medea nodded. 'Detective Sergeant actually ,' she said with mock seriousness.
'So does he pull the hand cuffs out if you don't do as he says?'
'Chance would be a fine thing.'
Emma grinned and shook her head. 'So, have you kept in touch with any of the other girls?'
'I still see Susan and Claire but you know what it's like, most of them are married with kids.'
'Well, you'll soon be catching them up.'
At the traffic lights Medea turned left onto the one-way system. 'What about you, have you got a man in your life?'
'Not at the moment.'
'But you're looking, right?'
Emma shrugged.
'Too busy with work, is that it?'
'Something like that,' Emma replied with a smile. 'So, you're really getting married?'
'Well, we haven't set a date yet, I mean, neither of us is in a rush.'
'Hey come on, Med, the biological clock is ticking.'
'I'm twenty-eight, there's plenty of time to plan for a family.'
'So, you both want kids?'
'To be honest we haven't discussed it.'
'Well you should, you need to make sure you want the same things. I mean, what if he decides he doesn't want kids and you do?'
Medea shrugged. 'We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, besides you and I are the same age so mine isn't the only clock ticking.'
Emma didn't reply.
7
It was half five before Shannon emerged from his sterile lair, Bannister and Lasser had waited in the corridor like expectant Fathers drinking tasteless coffee from the drinks machine outside the morgue.
For once even Shannon looked pale as he walked from his office. 'Right, I've done the preliminaries; John Doe has needle marks on both arms and also some on the lower part of his left leg.'
'So, they overdosed, is that what you're saying?' Bannister