A Room Full of Bones: A Ruth Galloway Investigation Read Online Free

childminder’s.’
    Nelson sighs. ‘OK. When the SOCO boys come, get them to check over by the window. I think there may have been forced entry.’
    ‘Do you think it’s murder then, boss?’
    ‘I don’t know. Could have been natural causes, I suppose, but I don’t like the open window. Looks as if there may have been a break-in. Is Chris Stephenson on his way to the hospital?’
    Chris Stephenson is the police pathologist. Not high on Nelson’s list of favourite people (admittedly, that’s not a long list).
    ‘Yes. Apparently he was at some Halloween party with his kids.’
    ‘Well, maybe he’ll fly there on his broomstick.’
    Nelson doesn’t like Halloween. Old people frightened by feral teens in fright masks, eggs thrown at cars, bricks through windows. He thinks that Michelle may have taken their daughters trick-or-treating when they were little but it seemed a gentler affair in those days. The girls always refused to dress as anything as unaesthetic as witches anyway. He remembers a couple of Disney fairies dancing off to the neighbours to collect handfuls of Haribos. Admittedly, Rebecca did go through a vampire stage, but that was later.
    ‘Right,’ he says. ‘Is there an office or something where I can talk to Dr Galloway?’
    ‘Curator’s office is just down the corridor.’
    ‘Grand. Send her down to me will you?’
    He finds the office without difficulty. It’s at the end of a corridor that also doubles as an art gallery, another succession of gloomy oil paintings. Here there are trestletables laid out with wine boxes and plastic glasses, the only signs so far that the museum was expecting visitors that day. Nelson takes a crisp from a bowl as he passes. He’s meant to be on a diet but murder always makes him hungry. Halfway down the corridor there’s a door marked ‘Fire Exit.’ Nelson tries the handle. Locked. A breach of health and safety rules. Or maybe someone wanted to block off possible escape routes?
    Inside the curator’s office Nelson finds himself in a confused space of cardboard boxes and exhibits from the museum, maybe removed for repair or because they were in some way surplus to requirements. He pushes past a stuffed beaver and a wall-eyed Viking in a one-horned helmet. There’s a pile of DIY tools on the floor. Perhaps Topham meant to mend the exhibits himself.
    The desk is covered with paper, which irritates Nelson whose desk at King’s Lynn Police Station is famously clear apart from his ever-present To Do List. Nelson loves lists and feels that a few lists would have done Neil Topham the power of good. Might even have stopped him being killed. 1. Come to work. 2. Tidy office 3. Avoid being murdered by a knife-wielding maniac. But there is no knife and he doesn’t even know for sure that Neil Topham was murdered. At some point he’ll have to search the office properly, but first, Ruth Galloway.
    The door is pushed open. ‘You sent for me?’ Ruth’s voice is heavy with irony.
    ‘I just thought we should talk somewhere private.’
    Ruth’s sarcastic expression is replaced by something a little more … what? Wary? Vulnerable?
    ‘So.’ Nelson clears a space on the desktop, pushing aside old editions of
Museums Today
, and gestures at Ruth to sit down. ‘You arrived at the museum when?’
    ‘Are you taking notes?’ The sarcastic note has returned.
    Nelson produces a notebook with a flourish. He nods encouragingly.
    ‘I arrived at approximately two-sixteen p.m.—’
    ‘Bit early wasn’t it? I thought the bun fight started at three.’
    ‘I’d been to the supermarket. Didn’t think it was worth driving home and back.’ She looks at Nelson. ‘It’s Kate’s birthday tomorrow. I was shopping for her party.’
    There is a long silence. Nelson flinches as if her words cause him actual, bodily pain. Then, as if continuing a conversation started a long time ago, they both speak at once.
    ‘I’m sorry …’
    ‘I didn’t …’
    They both stop. Ruth’s face