Broken Fall: A D.I. Harland Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Little Cross House was anything but little – a grey, sixteen-storey tower block, jutting up to loom over the cramped terraced houses of Southville. An open swathe of rough grass and concrete encircled it – like a huge impact crater, as though the enormous structure had been dropped from the sky. He put a hand over his mouth and yawned deeply. Last night had run late, but he’d woken early this morning, eager to advance the investigation. And this was a good place to begin. Getting out, he locked the car and started across the residents’ car park, counting the succession of ‘No Ball Games’ signs lining the way. He shook his head. In his experience it wasn’t ball games you had to worry about; it was what the kids got up to instead that became a problem. The main entrance was sheltered by a broad porch, and he paused for a moment, leaning forward to study the stainless steel panel with its array of tiny metal buttons, an engraved number beside each one. He traced his finger across until he located 73, then pushed it and waited.
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