No Lovelier Death
“08.15 Faraday was asleep when Detective Chief Superintendent Willard appeared at his office door. He awoke to find the bulky figure of the Head of CID conducting a shouted conversation with someone down the corridor. Faraday rubbed his eyes and reached across the desk to open the window. An hour’s kip had made him feel, if anything, worse.
‘Sir?’ Willard had stepped inside now. He had Jerry Proctor’s bulk. The office felt suddenly cramped. He wanted to know where DCI Parsons had gone.
Faraday d...id his best to remember. The last time he’d seen Parsons, she was emerging from her office having put the call through to the Aults.
‘She went over to Netley, sir. Then she’s going on to Winchester for the PM.’ The force training HQ at Netley housed all the forensic departments. The post-mortem was scheduled for ten o’clock at the Royal Hants. With luck, Parsons would return with preliminary findings by lunchtime.
‘She knows about the TV people?’ ‘I’ve no idea.’ ‘Did she mention it at all?’ ‘Not to my knowledge.’ Willard grunted, peering down at the hastily pencilled lists on Faraday’s desk.MoreLess
‘Sir?’ Willard had stepped inside now. He had Jerry Proctor’s bulk. The office felt suddenly cramped. He wanted to know where DCI Parsons had gone.
Faraday d...id his best to remember. The last time he’d seen Parsons, she was emerging from her office having put the call through to the Aults.
‘She went over to Netley, sir. Then she’s going on to Winchester for the PM.’ The force training HQ at Netley housed all the forensic departments. The post-mortem was scheduled for ten o’clock at the Royal Hants. With luck, Parsons would return with preliminary findings by lunchtime.
‘She knows about the TV people?’ ‘I’ve no idea.’ ‘Did she mention it at all?’ ‘Not to my knowledge.’ Willard grunted, peering down at the hastily pencilled lists on Faraday’s desk.MoreLess
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