Nathan Frost’s POV
Police tape was strung across the entrance to the house on the corner, before Jane and I turned into the next quiet street so that to not alert the cops present on duty. We still had no idea who had been assigned the case and who had been the first one to be here on the scene. I was driving slowly pulling in next to the tape. As I alighted from the car, Jane followed my suit. I did not even bother to tell to stay in the car because she was never going to listen to me like always.
The body had been hurriedly and hastily covered with a bed-sheet so that to not disturb any of the onlookers in case someone did slip inside. Slipping on my latex gloves, I pulled away the bed-sheet and sucked in a breathe sharply. It was not a pleasant sight at all.
The woman on the floor was lifeless. Lifeless. Her auburn hair was scattered in multiple places, stained with dried blood; crimson. Her emerald green eyes were wide open, but her jade irises held a sudden sadness. Her clothes, a lime green tunic and some black capris, were bloody. Her body was slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying on the cold linoleum floor. And the smell. The smell was the most disturbing thing I had ever sniffed. It was a blatant her bowels had been released, and all too soon. My heart pounded as one question continued to race through my mind: Who did this?
Jane was standing beside me but she had not put a cloth over her nose like me. She crouched down by the body which was spread down on the floor.
“Rigor mortis has come and gone,” commented Jane as she looked at me,” that means that she has been lying here for hours. This murder has been done sometime yesterday and not today morning.”
“Can you pinpoint the time of the murder?” I asked as I looked at the body and grimaced. I could not even imagine the amount of torture that she had endured before dying.
“Yeah, of course I can. What do you think I am?” Jane scowled at me but I was least bothered about that at the moment. This was the second body that has been found in the last seven days.
“The report on the last body that you said has been found will take some time because you can obviously understand that the condition has probably deteriorated but I can work on this one fast. The murder has been done sometime last night and she finally could not hold it any longer. She had been bound with nylon ropes from the marks that I can see and the slashes have been made with a sharp blade and not the kind that you find in the kitchen set,” said Jane and I nodded.
I believed in her expertise and she has never failed me. Even when everyone was in doubt I knew that Jane always had my back, just like I had hers.
“Who gave you the permission to enter here? Hey!! You!! Get away from there!!” came a rough voice from the doorway and almost immediately I whirled and wanted to punch in the face of the man who had spoken. Jane was not even fazed at the reaction.
“Why was the post unguarded and why on earth was the door empty?” I asked as the cop recognized me and immediately looked contrite.
“No Sir. Actually we were called by Detective Loft for a quick huddle,” said the cop and I could not control my temper any longer.
“What the fuck is going on here? Are you kidding me? Huddle? What is this? An American football game?” I shouted and two more cops appeared in the doorway to see what the commotion was all about. Before they could say anything I said again,” The dead body of the victim has been lying here unguarded. No ambulance has been called. There is no ME present on the site. I cannot bear this level of incompetence any longer!!”
“Who has got this audacity to shout here at a crime scene?” came a heavy voice. A stocky and heavily set man with a beefy mustache came inside from the door and I glared at him.
“Heavens!!! It is Bloody Roadblock,” muttered Jane as she looked at the man. According to her, he was the most incompetent and sexist man she had ever met in her life and for the same reason her husband Greg had once broken this one’s nose in a bar fight.
“What are you doing messing about here?” the officer demanded snidely as I felt the sudden urge to take him down and then strangle him.” Commander has placed me in the sole charge of this investigation. And I already have the killer locked up in our new police station just down the road.”
“Inspector Loft,” I started with a grimace on my face and an equally grim voice. Sometimes, screaming or violence did not do the trick and if it was someone who had no sense of propriety whatsoever then putting him back in his place was the only option.” How long has the body been lying here?”
“How am I supposed to answer that exactly?” snapped the man and I could hear Jane nutter behind my back,” this should be entertaining!!”
“You are trying to tell me that you have no idea when you have arrived here. There was no one guarding the dead body of the victim. No ambulance has been called and neither the official pathologist is here. And still after that you wish me to believe that you are and have been put in charge by the Commander?” I asked with a sick grin playing on my lips.
“Because…” the man folded his arms across his chest and it puffed out in pride and then he said smugly,” because the constables have been trying to establish the identity of the victim from the handbag that we had found abandoned upstairs. Nothing in their handbags..”
“Both men should have been here and at the door guarding the body. It should have been you to conduct the search and the investigation and I think you could have dealt with searching the houses,” I replied.
“I don’t need any lessons in investigation from you Frost. And I have been here for two hours and I have already called the pathologist, Dr. Carper and he could be arriving any minute now. Who the hell do you think you are that you can barge in here and give me orders? And I am sure that you want me to hand over everything to your pet pathologist.” asked the man and I snapped.
“Dr. Jane Diego is the top pathologist in the country and she has more experience in every single thing than you can imagine. And what is this about a serial killer about the new police station down the street? What is his name and what evidence do you have against him to charge him with a beastly crime like this?” I asked.
“Well I think even a noob like you should know that. A murderer often returns to the scene of the crime I spotted this clown stopping by coming inside and looking at the body here. I dashed out here and nabbed him,” said Roadblock.
“He went under the sheet and then contaminated the crime scene and then checked who she was? How are you not sure that he was not a reporter?” I asked.
“Well he refused to give me his name and refused to give one word to me or at the police station. I had him searched but he had nothing on him which would give us any clue about who he was,” said Roadblock and I grimaced.
“Maybe you had not checked him thoroughly,” I said.
“I am not a douche like you who likes to hold and touch and cop a feel on men. I know what it means to do my job. Only you would want to molest a man in the name of searching him thoroughly!!”
Enough was enough.
My hand rose up so fast that he did not even get a chance to side block or put out a hand to stop my attack and my fist connected with his jaw with a sickening crack. It was the sound which I knew meant that I had broken at least two of his teeth. And he was immediately on the ground bleeding from his mouth as I spoke in a loud and clear voice,” I am the Chief of Scotland Yard and I am the one who takes the decisions here. You will try and understand and learn how to respect me or else you know Roadblock, putting you under suspension and then subsequent charges of insubordination and attack on your superiors can cost you your job. You are as off now relieved of this case and I don’t want your face any where near me till I do not complete the investigation.”
The man who had fallen down on the ground coughed and spat and a piece of tooth came out along with some blood as he stood up and said,” You don’t know who you are messing with, weannie. I am going to make your life a living hell. Rest assured about that.”
“It seems like you have a real death wish, Loft,” spoke Jane this time and her voice was vibrating with anger.
“And you are the only one who will deal with a fucking faggot like him. You just wait and watch where he is sent and what is done with him. You messed with the wrong man this time,” said Roadblock as he stomped out of the way and the room and I did not even bother to grace him with a response. Once he had left I looked at all the other constables.
“Is there anyone else in the room who has some problem with my personal life and sexuality? Because if you do then you can leave and I am not going to even say anything,” I said and all of them stood quietly and none of them moved.
“Good, now since that is settled let’s get to work,” I said as I turned to them and then said that they needed to get hold of the paramedics and the ambulance as soon as possible since this body needed to be moved from here.
“This place has been marked that is a good start but this is a high profile murder case so you all need to be extra careful with this one and make sure that there is no leak to the media. Or everyone’s job is at stake,” I said and everyone nodded.
It did not take long for the body to be removed from the crime scene to the morgue and Jane said that she was going to travel with the body to the morgue for extra protection. But something about what old Roadblock had said made me slightly worried. What connections did he actually have that he was not even bothered by the Chief of Scotland Yard?
He was bellowing at me like he was nothing more than a bull. He was always a bully but trying to disgrace me in front of other constables of the yard, he had gone too far today and I needed to know the reason behind that. Rage was building up inside me like a volcanic eruption, however I knew that it was not going to help me any real way at all.
There was no ring or watch on the hand but there were tattoos on it. That was not the strangest part. It was a heavy hand which meant that it would take considerable amount of skill and strength in order to slice the hand in this way.“So it was just lying here in this way?” asked Susan as she looked at the hand still not convinced that this was all the part of one incident which had no head or tail whatsoever.“Yeah, fresh and warm meat like that with the scent of blood that would mean that rats would have been pretty quick to make a nice clean work of it,” replied the cop whose name Susan did not even bother to remember.“No nibbles here, as I can see,” said Susan and she turned towards Bill who had crouched down beside her as well and he said,” This means that it has not been here for that long.”&ldquo
Nathan pressed the numbers for Commander’s private line at the Yard and he was breathing out a sigh of relief when he realized that Commander himself had received the call. Jane was seated beside him while the call was happening in the car and she had heard every single word uttered by the man and she could tell that the older man was anything but livid.“Bloody hell Frost!!! What are you even saying?” he yelled at the phone and Nathan had to hold the phone at a distance.“Yes Commander! I am telling you the truth. There was no guard on the corpse, it was lying there while he was conducting a huddle. He desperately is in the need of attention towards himself in such manner that he is even ready to compromise the investigation for that,” said Nathan and Jane showed him a thumbs up. Even though she was itching to get back to the morgue and conduct the dissection on the corps
Lancelot bit his lip just a little as he watched the man in front, perfection in denim. He let his eyes rise to his shoulders, broad and inviting, his type. But this wasn't a day for distractions no matter how gorgeous. Pippa would already be waiting for him at the old Inn. The man was too perfect. His smile was soft with a hint of femininity, his strong bone structure was all male. Lancelot let his eyes linger for just a fraction longer than was customary, his usual "test." Sure enough the man gazed back, unguarded and calm.This was a small town where almost everyone knew every one. And even though Lancelot did not like the fact that he did not have any anonymity at all it did not probably hurt him that there was a considerable amount of prestige related with his name which he bore. Even though it did not bring him any pride at all.“Maria, please bring me my usual. I am in a really sour mood t
A young woman came in their direction and said,” I am Constable Velds. You can call me Carla.”Nathan’s reverie was broken at her voice and Jane smiled at the young woman. It seemed that she was a misfit in this particular station. Carla extracted a bunch of keys from inside the pocket. It was not dangling on her belt from where it could be snatched immediately. That was a very sensible thing to do and the young woman seemed a real gem, Nathan noticed that carefully and then he sent Jane a signal. When they were out of earshot of the Mustard covered Sergeant, Jane spoke to Constable Velds smiling at her.“I may need to interview you about the conditions here. Where is a good place to start that if I want to meet you and Mr. Frost wants me to do that? I think he would decide that he would like me to do that,” said Jane. She liked this girl on her first impression and that h
“I don’t understand why the Head of the History Department, at Cambridge said that he had to meet us in person and he could not tell this over call,” said Palmer when Susan looked at him and said,” he said that this was important and this was something vital which had the power to change the course of a few cases. And so he wanted to say this in person. He also said that he doubted that the phone was being tapped.”Bill made a motion of thinking and then he said,’ That man who found that serrated knife, the one who is working on the other case with you, some weird last name!!”“Yes! Nathan Frost. What about him?” asked Susan as she slid behind the wheels of her car.“He is the protégé of this man. Then why not say to him and talk to you?” asked Bill.“Good question but
Two years agoLancelot’s POVWhen I was in college I had made a few friends but one amongst them stuck out prolificly. His name was Sebastian Casey.We seemed to get along well, we laughed, made witty remarks, enjoyed some good films, and at times we went into deeper subjects of conversation. We hadn't known each other for long, but we sure did have a lot in common. It seemed like him and I would be good friends for a long time.However, there was something different about it, some kind of feeling. When we were together we had a sort of tension between each other, you could call it a sense of awkwardness. It became more and more apparent as we became closer to each other. When I was with him I didn't feel like he was one of my usual stupid buddies, he was special to me, we listened to each, we made each other smile, it was one of the, " I felt like I could tell
I've never seen a room with so much furniture and so many hues I'd never choose, nor a room I love so much. I've dedicated my purchases to clean lines, simple and mostly white; but these walls are all burnt orange and reds. The furniture is rustic and dark, sprinkled liberally with vibrant cushions. There is a table in easy reach of every seat and the walls are more photographs than paint. Every one is of a happy memory, a smiling child, a birthday, a new baby. There is lively Columbian music in the background and the scent of cilantro in the air. I want to sink into the couch and never move. It isn't just a house, it's a home; she's made it that way.“You really think that we needed to stop here before we started our tour to Bradburtshire?” asked Nathan as he called out to Jane who was in the bedroom closet packing her bags.“It is not only me who needs clothes and other stuff, Natha
Nathan’s Flashback POV‘What on earth have I done?’ I said under my breath as I walked out through the pub’s exit. I had a fixed expression of disbelief embedded on my face all the way up the hill to the train station. I shook my head in the street to coincide with my thoughts—I dare not think now what passers-by made of my lunacy. I felt dirty, ashamed, uncomfortable, drunk, and penitent about what had just taken place in the men’s toilet back at the Ewe’s Head.I kept asking myself whilst waiting for the train: Should I have done it? Will I be able to face him again? Did anyone guess what we’d done? The answer that kept reoccurring was: I don’t know. Oh it was such a muddle. The blasted train finally arrived twelve minutes late—but no surprises there. I sat down opposite some boy and let my head fall against the grimy windo
Nathan’s POVI will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end, up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light into the loft, while below the barn was dark and silent, cluttered and filled with dust. But I didn't know that when I first saw it. I came upon it slowly as I emerged onto the top of the mountain, after a steep climb from the bay below, which had taken me through the untouched forest of the National Park. And I came at it from the rear, seeing the high window lit with the full afternoon sun, and I saw him there caught in the sun, naked and golden, like some lost angel. Perched up there on the windowsill with his arms spread wide hanging on to the frame. He is the reason I remember the barn so well. I stopped there, breathing hard, recovering from the climb, and
This is getting to be familiar territory, Susan thought as they entered the corridor and turned to go towards the library. They knocked politely, turned the handle and then gradually descended down the steps. In his smoking jacket Lord Billington sat there crouched over a table occupied by the game of chess in progress. He frowned.“My dear chap. Welcome…. And also to you, Susan. The frown was about me being puzzled by the state of the game. Join me for a few moves, eh, Frost?” asked the earl.He waited for Nathan patiently as he toured the board from all angles. Sitting opposite to Billington, he moved one of his pawns. Billington looked perplexed.While waiting Nathan picked up the imposing Queen. He used a clean handkerchief to wipe off the wwaist a tiny mark. Then he placed her back on the board.“She is a heavy lady,”
After more valuable conversation with Acheson, Nathan left the table and headed with Susan for the garage. Once inside the car he stared straight ahead and then just sat there without even saying a thing without moving.“Billions and billions, MacArthur said that the moor is worth and Neville Guise offers Lord Billington only one million for this entire property like this. He must have been furious when Acheson sent him that phoney report through that courier--- and returned the huge fee that Guise had sent him, rather paid him…”“Which is why he tried to kill Acheson that day in the moor. That night I mean,” said Susan as her eyes widened with the realization,” He spotted the fake. We will now drive over to Bradburt Manor and I would like to have a conversation with Lord Billington on an immediate basis.”“But he will be asleep
The dining room was very quiet. Few tables were occupied. Acheson was at a table inside a secluded alcove. He waved. As Nathan and Susan sat on either side of him he took out a package nicely wrapped with a bow and all out of the pocket of his tropical drill jacket, and handed it to Susan.“I have never been able to properly thank you for saving my life up on the moor.. Otherwise I would not be here tonight. Just a small gift,” said Acheson with a smile and gratitude shining in his eyes.Susan took it gingerly. It had been quite long that she had been presented with gifts from men. And now that she had it she was not sure any longer. She opened the gold wrapping paper which was gauzy and then the green soft coloured paper underneath and took out an expensive leather case.Taking a deep breath she unfastened the case and gasped.Inside was a
“This map,” Marley started speaking,” I have obtained from a mariner friend high up in his service. They know of the island’s existence but do not know that the island belongs to that bastard, Neville Guise. Here goes….”From the cardboard roll he extracted a large map, spreading it to flatten it. Susan immediately recognized it as showing the west coast of Brittany, the Channel Islands with vast stretch of the Atlantic with another island well west to the Channel Islands group. The island was circled in red.Near the bottom of the large sheet was another map, a detailed outline of the map of Roab. A drawing on this map showed steep cliffs and a section of dotted lines shaped like a triangle with the narrowed apex ending at the gulch. Marley pointed the dotted lines projecting into the Atlantic.“That’s a trap,” he explaine
The pleasant maid had cleared away the breakfast clutter that the three of them had made altogether, but Susan was still puzzled by Nathan’s reply. Another factor entered her mind, she looked across the bed where Nathan’s note pad was still open and Nathan was studying it.“Island of Roab. Could that be somewhere important? I mean, somewhere remote out in the Atlantic?”“All great minds think alike,” he smiled,” I was just wondering about that myself.”“And there is a strange item in the paper. Something about the Asiatic pirates who grabbed an oil tanker about a few months back, fully laden. Do you think that this could be connected with that?” asked Jane who was also trying to contribute in the best way that she could, given that she had missed out on a lot of the investigation in the past few days.
The stranger strolled casually into the parking lot. It was dark and, despite the fact that it was Saturday and there were several bars around, the parking lot was not busy at 10:45. She would be getting out of the library soon and he wanted to be ready for her. He slipped a small screwdriver from his pocket and knelt by her license plate. He quickly removed the one screw, catching her spare key as it fell to the ground. He replaced the screw and let himself into her car. In the back seat he took a few other things out of his pocket; a small cloth, folded thick, a tiny bottle, a gag and some lengths of rope. He grinned. She was going to be surprised. He settled himself to wait. Another 10 minutes and her work would be done. He must've dozed because the pinging of her remote starter startled him and he almost sat upright. He slouched down further as the locks popped up. "Lazy bitch," he thought. "What's so hard about turning the
Susan looked at his expression of listening to every word she said had returned. She concluded finally the story with her walking away from the cottage with the crooked chimney and she had already earlier told about Jane’s rescue.“I am sorry,” said Susan,” I should have never take the risk without…”But Nathan was fuming and he could not help any longer. He finally burst out.“Wrong!!” he exploded. “ You were right and I have been a fool from the very beginning not hearing what you had to say. Have I not told you earlier that any of my members of the team that they must use their initiative? Which you have done and I must say that you have done successfully and admirably. And I am glad that you did not wait for the team and brought Jane back yourself. Otherwise we would have been missing a very crucial piece of information
“I think we ought to have a full breakfast up here,” said Nathan as he picked up the phone and said,” I am ordering it.” His voice was firm.“Won’t the landlord think that it is funny that I am in your suite so early?” she ventured.“Mr. Barnie has been running this place long enough, I am sure. So in his time it is an honest thing that he must have seen or he will be quite used to serving breakfasts to men who have spent night with a lady friend.. Par for the course.”Over the phone he ordered for a huge breakfast for three people, to be served in twenty minutes. Tea, more coffee, a carafe of creamer, since Jane took hers with cream and sweet, toasts, marmalade, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toasted muffin…“We will both be in a fighting fit after that,” he said refilling Susan&rs