A Killing Resurrected (Neil Paget, Book 8)
Frank Smith
Language: English
Pages: 211
ISBN: 2:00235042
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The new DCI Neil Paget Mystery -
When scribbled notes written by Barry Grant, a troubled teenager who committed suicide thirteen years ago, come to light, DCI Paget and DS Tregalles reopen the investigation into a series of robberies that ended with the vicious killing of two people.
But, just before the house where Barry grew up is due to be searched for clues, an attempt is made to burn it down, and it becomes obvious that someone is dead set against the case ever being solved.
to give him an answer?’ His mouth twitched. Grace couldn’t tell if it was meant to be a grin or a grimace. ‘Tomorrow,’ he said. ‘First thing. So guess what we’re going to be talking about over dinner tonight?’
was Dad flapping his hands like mad, and all I could think of was how they looked like fish flopping about after they’re caught. ‘Then they let him up and he opened the safe,’ she ended soberly. ‘Is there anything about these men that stands out in your mind? Size, shape, anything? I know they didn’t speak, but is there anything at all you can . . .?’ Molly broke off as Sharon’s eyes slid away and colour rose in her face. ‘What?’ Molly demanded. ‘What have you remembered, Sharon?’ ‘Nothing!
identified him or anything. Besides, my dad would have killed me.’ Sharon might not have been able to identify the man, but it would have narrowed down the search considerably if she had told the police to start looking at her old boyfriends. ‘What about his voice, Sharon? Think. Was there anything distinctive about it? You said he called you by name, so most likely he was young, possibly about your own age. What about the way he spoke? Did he sound like a local man? Someone from this part of
Mrs Corbett have to say about that?’ ‘She was very helpful, as a matter of fact. She told me that the pond had been her husband’s preserve, but she seems to know quite a lot about the feeding and general care of the fish and their habits herself.’ Grace dried the potatoes off with a paper towel, then stuck a steel skewer through each one. ‘There, they just need a touch of oil on them and they’re ready to go once the oven heats up,’ she said. ‘Find anything else in the pond?’ asked Paget.
with the packing because I wanted to talk to you in private. I had a visit from that detect-ive chap, Tregalles, today, and he told me that Barry Grant didn’t kill himself. They now believe he was murdered, so they’re going back to square one to look at the statements everyone made at the time, and I have the distinct feeling that he thinks you and I had something to do with the robberies and Dad’s death.’ ‘A feeling . . .?’ Kevin said sharply. ‘Why? What did he say?’ ‘Nothing specific. But he