He was going to be late meeting Wendy. Then an impulse overwhelmed him and he crossed the road and hauled on the brass pull of Number 12. He held his breath and listened. No music. No sound. Nothing. He was about to turn away when a noise from within made him linger. The door opened. ‘Can I help ...
The pale sun was just beginning to peep through the high windows, catching the belt of dust orbiting the room. Apart from the Chief Superintendent, only CID officers were present. This time Charlton stood at the back of the room as Brook, Hudson, Grant and Noble collated the information. More pho...
As the screen came to life and cast its light over the manila folder, Brook’s eye was drawn to a series of indentations on the cover that he hadn’t noticed before. He held the folder to the light and moved it around to decipher the marks. Something had been written on the folder and, later, vigor...
They pulled on to Yvette Thomson’s road and Brook spotted Len Poole cycling arthritically along the pavement in front of them. He held a large envelope tightly against one handlebar. ‘A pensioner in a tracksuit,’ said Terri. ‘Could anything be more wrong?’ To Brook’s surprise, Poole turned on to ...
Even so, he felt tired when he set off, and, assuming lack of food to be the culprit, stopped at the corner shop in Hartington just opening its doors. He bought packs of uncooked bacon as well as other staples like bread, butter and milk, returning briefly to the cottage to dump his supplies in t...