Barry Maitland - Silvermeadow
Здесь есть возможность читать онлайн «Barry Maitland - Silvermeadow» весь текст электронной книги совершенно бесплатно (целиком полную версию без сокращений). В некоторых случаях можно слушать аудио, скачать через торрент в формате fb2 и присутствует краткое содержание. Жанр: Полицейский детектив, на английском языке. Описание произведения, (предисловие) а так же отзывы посетителей доступны на портале библиотеки ЛибКат.
- Название:Silvermeadow
- Автор:
- Жанр:
- Год:неизвестен
- ISBN:нет данных
- Рейтинг книги:5 / 5. Голосов: 1
-
Избранное:Добавить в избранное
- Отзывы:
-
Ваша оценка:
- 100
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
Silvermeadow: краткое содержание, описание и аннотация
Предлагаем к чтению аннотацию, описание, краткое содержание или предисловие (зависит от того, что написал сам автор книги «Silvermeadow»). Если вы не нашли необходимую информацию о книге — напишите в комментариях, мы постараемся отыскать её.
Silvermeadow — читать онлайн бесплатно полную книгу (весь текст) целиком
Ниже представлен текст книги, разбитый по страницам. Система сохранения места последней прочитанной страницы, позволяет с удобством читать онлайн бесплатно книгу «Silvermeadow», без необходимости каждый раз заново искать на чём Вы остановились. Поставьте закладку, и сможете в любой момент перейти на страницу, на которой закончили чтение.
Интервал:
Закладка:
A woman’s voice answered after a couple of rings. ‘Hello?’
Brock looked at his watch. Six p.m. on a cold, wet, wintry Saturday night. ‘Kathy, it’s Brock. Am I intruding?’
‘Just washing my hair.’
‘Going out tonight?’
‘Yes. Nicole Palmer in Records. Know her? She and her partner are throwing a celebratory dinner party.’
‘Ah. A baby?’
‘No. A Harley Davidson, actually.’
‘Very wise.’
‘They’ve got a friend, a male of uncertain marital status. I think that’s why I’ve been invited. Maybe if things go well we might end up having a little motorbike together. But I’ll probably never find out.’
‘Why’s that?’
‘Well, I suppose you’ve got something more interesting on offer?’
‘Fourteen-year-old girl, found inside a compressed block of cardboard at a waste disposal plant out in Essex. By rights she should never have been found-should have gone straight into the incinerator. Area have requested our help. But look, I could get somebody else.. .’
‘I’ll be there. Give me the address.’
Forbes returned with Lowry in tow, the sergeant looking subdued. Brock wondered how he’d taken the news that his case was being handed over to someone from outside.
‘I thought Gavin might brief us quickly on the Vlasich case, Brock, and then’-he glanced at his watch-‘then, I really must be on my way. Gavin?’
‘Sir. Last Wednesday morning PC Sangster and I interviewed a local woman, name of Alison Vlasich, from the Herbert Morrison estate next door here. She was reporting a possible abduction, her daughter Kerri, age fourteen. The physical description-colour of hair and eyes, height and weight-matches the girl at the incinerator. And she had a silver ring, from Mexico, that she liked to wear.’ He opened a file he’d brought and passed Kerri’s photograph across to Brock. A pretty girl, with a cheeky smile. No longer, it seemed.
‘How far did your investigation get?’ Brock asked.
‘When we interviewed Mrs Vlasich there were several things about the case that didn’t seem to add up. In the first place, the girl had obviously planned to go away for a while without her mother’s knowledge. She’d filled a backpack with a number of personal things that suggested more than just an overnight stay with a friend. Here’s the list we drew up with Mrs Vlasich’s help: change of clothes, underwear, favourite CDs, an alarm clock, toiletries, and her passport.’
‘Passport?’
‘Yes. The parents divorced over a year ago, and the father, Stefan Vlasich, went over to Hamburg, where his brother and mother live. Custody was a big issue, and Mrs Vlasich has always been afraid that the girl’s father would try to take her away from her. On top of that, the two of them, mother and daughter, haven’t been getting on lately. She described it as a phase Kerri was going through: rebellious, rude, uncommunicative-you know, teenage stuff.’
‘Indeed I do!’ Forbes said with feeling.
‘When she realised that the girl hadn’t just gone to stay with one of her friends, Mrs Vlasich tried to contact her former husband in Germany, and was told that he was abroad. She thought he must have come to the UK to pick up Kerri and take her back with him. It seemed like a reasonable assumption, and we initiated a check on ports and airports for the pair of them.’
‘Hmm. What’s the legal situation?’
‘Messy. If the father had been a German national, the pattern would be to get the girl before a German court as quickly as possible, sir, before the wife could act. The court would put the child’s interests first, regardless of what the UK court had ruled. If the girl stood up and said she felt herself to be a German and wanted to be brought up as one, the court would give the father custody, end of story. That’s the way it goes. However, he’s a Yugoslav citizen, apparently, and so it’s not at all certain how a German court would rule. Anyway, the point is, as far as we know, there’s no evidence that she ever reached Germany.’
Lowry paused as a renewed burst of hammering vibrated through the building.
When it finally stopped, Forbes said, ‘What in God’s name are they doing, Gavin? At six-fifteen on a Saturday evening?’
‘Some kind of emergency, sir. A gas leak, I believe.’
More pounding, louder than ever. There was a knock on the door.
Forbes called ‘Come!’, but he was apparently inaudible to the person outside, for a second knock was heard. The hammering abruptly stopped just at the moment when Forbes bellowed ‘YES!’ at the top of his voice. A uniformed policewoman put her head tentatively into the room. ‘Message for DS Lowry, sir. You asked to be informed.’
Lowry got to his feet. ‘I’d better chase this up, sir.’
‘Yes, yes.’
When Lowry had gone, Forbes looked at his watch. ‘I’m afraid I’ve got a dinner engagement this evening, Brock,’ he said. ‘Rotary people
… networking, really. Otherwise I’d… Maybe you’d care to join us?’
‘I’ll stick with this, thanks, sir.’
‘Hmm.’ The chief superintendent caressed his calfskin briefcase with the tips of his fingers, frowning. ‘Look, I put a call through to Area Major Investigation Pool Management just now, Brock. And it appears that they have a general AMIP policy that the SIO should be at chief super level, do you see?’
‘Oh yes?’ Brock wondered how many murder inquiries Forbes had been senior investigating officer on.
‘Look, I know it doesn’t really make much sense for me to be leading someone like you on this, Brock, but it seems… it may just work out that way.’ He shrugged apologetically. ‘I’ll keep out of your way as far as practicable, of course. Leave all the day-to-day decisions in your hands. Give you all the support I can, and all the credit, goes without saying.’
We’ll see, Brock thought, but said nothing to ease the awkward moment.
Lowry saved Forbes further embarrassment by coming back into the room, reading from a sheet of paper. ‘Purfleet Electrical have traced the batch to their store at Silvermeadow.’ He looked up. ‘The centre has three compactors, apparently.’ He gave Forbes a moment to make enthusiastic noises, then continued, ‘Another of the compressed boxes, formerly containing packs of sugar, also seems to have come from Silvermeadow. And the Vlasich girl, as we know, had a part-time job there. We didn’t follow that up, though, because of the things she’d taken from home, and also we were put off by her school friends, who said they didn’t believe Kerri had planned to go there on Monday evening.’
‘What changed PC Sangster’s mind?’ Brock asked.
‘Sir?’ Lowry looked puzzled.
‘She was there this morning, checking with the girl’s employer apparently.’
‘I didn’t know that. She didn’t discuss that with me.’
‘Anyway, Silvermeadow seems to be our crime scene,’ Forbes said enthusiastically, looking as if he might have been a little premature in promising Brock the credit on this one. The way Lowry was going, they’d have no need of the Yard.
And Lowry was evidently still way ahead of them, for he continued, ‘I have my own contacts at Silvermeadow, sir. The head of their security, Harry Jackson, was a DI at West Ham when I was there.’
‘Really? They have a big security outfit, do they?’ Forbes asked.
‘Oh yes. He’s probably got more staff than you, sir.’ Lowry grinned. ‘Well, better equipped, anyway. All right if I give him a bell, get him to line things up for us?’ He directed this at Brock, who agreed. They also agreed that Mrs Vlasich would be unlikely to be able to make an identification from the ruined figure in the bale, and that her attention at this stage should be confined to the ring.
Читать дальшеИнтервал:
Закладка:
Похожие книги на «Silvermeadow»
Представляем Вашему вниманию похожие книги на «Silvermeadow» списком для выбора. Мы отобрали схожую по названию и смыслу литературу в надежде предоставить читателям больше вариантов отыскать новые, интересные, ещё непрочитанные произведения.
Обсуждение, отзывы о книге «Silvermeadow» и просто собственные мнения читателей. Оставьте ваши комментарии, напишите, что Вы думаете о произведении, его смысле или главных героях. Укажите что конкретно понравилось, а что нет, и почему Вы так считаете.