The Price of Darkness
“17.09 Winter sat with Brodie, parked on the crest of Portsdown Hill. A stiffish wind was gusting up the face of the hill and a young girl with blonde hair was flying a scarlet kite, making it swoop and soar against the pale blue of the sky. Brodie had been watching her for some time now. She’d once had a kite, she said, as a kid. Her brother had borrowed it without asking and the thing had ended up entangled in power lines, miles from home. That was the day she’d decided to become a copper. No...t because she had any great convictions about law and order but because she was sick of being ignored.
‘There, look.’ Winter hadn’t been listening. ‘That’s where it happened.’ He was pointing at a patch of scrubby turf a hundred metres down the hill. Earlier he’d described the night he’d been lifted by a bunch of young thugs in the badlands of Buckland. They’d pulled a bin liner over his head and driven round half the night before stripping him naked and dumping him.
Brodie had told him they were crazy to pull a stunt like that.MoreLess
‘There, look.’ Winter hadn’t been listening. ‘That’s where it happened.’ He was pointing at a patch of scrubby turf a hundred metres down the hill. Earlier he’d described the night he’d been lifted by a bunch of young thugs in the badlands of Buckland. They’d pulled a bin liner over his head and driven round half the night before stripping him naked and dumping him.
Brodie had told him they were crazy to pull a stunt like that.MoreLess
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