The Property by Catriona King

The Property by Catriona King

Author:Catriona King [King, Catriona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hamilton-Crean Publishing
Published: 2018-10-17T23:00:00+00:00


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High Street Station. 11.30 a.m.

Craig was running out of ways to frame his question to Dean Kelly and on the verge of the foreman’s solicitor using the dreaded words “police harassment”, when the detective’s subconscious pleas for help must have been heard by the universe because there was a knock on the interview room door.

A swift, “interview suspended” and a nod, and he and Liam were out of the room, smiling with gratitude at Sandi Masters regardless of what she had just knocked to say.

Craig ushered the young officer away from the door and into reception, pausing only to rouse Jack from his trance in the viewing room on the way. The reception area of the station, or as Jack liked to call it, his ‘entrance hall’, being currently free of the public Craig nodded the W.P.C. to go ahead and speak.

“I was just knocking to say Doctor Marsham’s on the phone, sir.”

Craig nodded towards the custody desk. “Can I take it here?”

Jack answered for her. “Better not, in case someone pops in.”

‘Popping in’ being what people normally did in entrance halls and foyers, if not in police stations where they tended to be dragged in, in cuffs.

Craig took the hint and headed for the staff-room, nodding Liam to put on the kettle while he took the call.

“Yes, Des.”

“I’ll just transfer him now, sir.”

He repeated his greeting to the right person and waited to see what the scientist had to say.

“You left just before the good bit, Marc.”

“Radiology you mean?”

“Yes. Oh, by the way, we saw Nicky and Annette going into X-Ray on our way out. They were with some young boy who looked a bit of a mess.”

Craig heaved a sigh of relief; they’d found Jonny alive. He made up his mind that his next call would be to Annette and then prompted Des to continue.

“What was the good bit then? Apart from a lot more bones, I’m guessing.”

“Yes, there were plenty of those, but the bodies still only number two, which is good. But it was what else we found embedded in the concrete that was interesting, especially when we got to the blocks from down near the cellar’s floor. Vegetation.”

Craig’s eyebrows shot up. “What? Like trees you mean? What would they be doing in a cellar? Unless it was very badly maintained I suppose, then maybe-”

Des ended his speculation with a chuckle. “Not trees, plants. The genus of flowering plants in the family Cannabaceae, or cannabis plants to you. A load of them. The plants must have taken up most of the cellar’s floor space. There were remnants of plastic and glass as well.”

Craig laughed in astonishment. “They were running a cannabis farm in the basement of a government department! Carson would turn in his grave!”

Sir Edward Carson had been one of the founders of Northern Ireland and its government.

“Well, I suppose it’s conservation of a sort.”

Liam glanced across from where he was filling the teapot, his eyes wide.

“Did you just say someone was growing weed at the DoE? The cheeky buggers.



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