Gary Compton
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Here's chapter 14, I've been re-writing my whole book in 1st person.
I prefer that way of writing. I have 3 different 1st person POV's in the book and here's one of them.
Inspector Freddy Bartlett has just been arrived at a murder scene, the day before there were 10 seperate murders and a suicide bombing in the capital that claimed 15 lives.
Were they connected?
Doctor Adrian Dempsey walked toward me, ‘Good morning Inspector,’ he said in his inimitable gravely voice.
‘Morning Doctor, I haven’t seen you for a while. How are you keeping?’ I enquired.
‘Sorry to spoil your day but we have a particularly gruesome murder scene in there - to put it politely, it’s a mess.’
That’s all I needed was blood and guts everywhere, even after all these years the sight of it turned my stomach. Dempsey looked at me over his gold rimmed spectacles that accentuated his bearded round face. He was a little man in height but he had a huge belly that started just below his chin and ended at his waist. He made Harper look like Twiggy but I’d known him a long time and he was a nice guy, and more importantly, a brilliant pathologist.
‘Thanks Doctor, is it okay to go in?’
‘Yes Inspector – but can you and the Sergeant suit up first, I don’t want you contaminating my scene,’ he said firmly.
‘Of course Doctor, I wouldn’t expect it any other way.’
I didn’t have to be reminded about procedure. Me and Harper slipped into our white suits and made our way up the stairs to the second floor flat. SOCO officers were photographing the scene, dusting for fingerprints and carefully bagging any potential evidence.
The victim was tied to a chair and his shirt had been ripped of. I was drawn straight away to wounds on his chest. The killer had carved a swastika into his flesh. From the amount of blood around him it would’ve had to of been done while he was still alive.
I looked at Harper, ‘What the hell have we got here?’
He stared back blankly. The brutality was the worst I’d ever seen and by the look on Harper’s face, him as well.
Dempsey walked in, ‘What did he die of Adrian. Do you know yet?’
‘I don’t Inspector,’ he said shaking his head. ‘But rest assured when I know, so will you.’
I walked around the body, there were some words written on the floor in chalk. I tried to say them ‘Nacht der Langen Messer…’
I said them again but I’m no linguist. ‘Do you know what that means Doctor?’
‘If I’m not mistaken it means night of the long knives, take that in conjunction with the swastika and I think it could be referring to when Hitler took out all of his enemies in a surgical strike by his beloved SS.’
‘Yeah, I’ve heard of that on Discovery or something. What relevance does it have here?’
‘I only provide the evidence,’ Dempsey said. ‘It’s up to you to interpret it Inspector.’
I looked at Harper and rolled my eyes. Dempsey was right but I hadn’t got a fu****g clue what it meant. One thing though this poor sod must’ve suffered terribly while they butchered him. I need to get this sicko before he does anymore killing.
The flat was a mess. The murderer were clearly looking for something but for what? Once full bookcases lay broken and battered on the floor, their contents strewn all over. I picked up a book that lay at my feet and stared at the cover “My Family and Auschwitz,” was its name. WW11 related no doubt, it was a little dusty so I blew on it and opened it up.
On the inside cover there was a photo of the author. I compared it to the victim, it was hard to tell with all the blood and swelling but I think it was him.
‘I think we have the victim’s name Rick,’ I handed Harper the book who studied the picture.
‘Yes that’s him,’ he said matter of factly.
I walked around the living room and ran my hand across the top of the sideboard. Putting the mess caused by the killers to one side for a moment the flat was still fairly dusty, I don’t think this guy had a woman in his life or if he did she wasn’t much use at housekeeping. One thing though, he must have a few quid as the place was fairly opulent even though it was untidy. It looked like a Turner on the wall but I could be wrong. The ornaments and décor looked fairly expensive and judging the amount of books he’s written he must have a few quid, or should I say had.
‘There’s not much we can do here, let’s go back to the Yard and get the investigation kicked off,’ I told Harper who was still studying the book.
‘Okay Guv, I’ll just bag this up,’ he said, slipping the book into an evidence pouch. We headed downstairs, slipped out of the contamination suits and headed for the car.
On the journey back, Harper drove. I couldn’t get the victims face out of my mind. My gut instinct was telling me, this is going to be a complex investigation.
Back at the ranch Harper got the team together. I was still shocked at seeing the state of the victim – whoever had done that had enjoyed it. Grimesy walked in with a tray of coffee and egg Mcmuffins.
Robert Macdonald did for us cops what Gordon Ramsay does for the toffs, anyway it wasn’t long before the tray was empty.
Yesterday had been a busy day for murder. In the capital alone there were twenty five deaths including the fifteen Bond Street victims. At the moment there were no connections it was just a coincidence that they all happened on the same day.
Trouble is I don’t believe in coincidences.
I was feeling nervous, that was normal for me at the start of a new case, the only antidote I knew was to get stuck in.
I looked around everybody, Harper finished of his sandwich while everybody else stared at me expectantly.
‘Okay everybody listen up, It would appear that there were eleven separate incidents yesterday. I’m working with the top brass to find away of pulling these into some sort of order. At the moment they’re all unconnected but we’ll reserve judgement on that for and we’ll concentrate on our man at Charing Road. The anti terrorist squad are dealing with the bombing and ten other enquiries have been started but we may have to expand our enquiry depending on what’s found. I’ve just come from a particularly gruesome murder scene.’
I stuck a couple of pictures on the clear perspex evidence wall which caused some officers to gasp in disbelief which was unusual considering some of the cases we’ve investigated.
I prefer that way of writing. I have 3 different 1st person POV's in the book and here's one of them.
Inspector Freddy Bartlett has just been arrived at a murder scene, the day before there were 10 seperate murders and a suicide bombing in the capital that claimed 15 lives.
Were they connected?
Doctor Adrian Dempsey walked toward me, ‘Good morning Inspector,’ he said in his inimitable gravely voice.
‘Morning Doctor, I haven’t seen you for a while. How are you keeping?’ I enquired.
‘Sorry to spoil your day but we have a particularly gruesome murder scene in there - to put it politely, it’s a mess.’
That’s all I needed was blood and guts everywhere, even after all these years the sight of it turned my stomach. Dempsey looked at me over his gold rimmed spectacles that accentuated his bearded round face. He was a little man in height but he had a huge belly that started just below his chin and ended at his waist. He made Harper look like Twiggy but I’d known him a long time and he was a nice guy, and more importantly, a brilliant pathologist.
‘Thanks Doctor, is it okay to go in?’
‘Yes Inspector – but can you and the Sergeant suit up first, I don’t want you contaminating my scene,’ he said firmly.
‘Of course Doctor, I wouldn’t expect it any other way.’
I didn’t have to be reminded about procedure. Me and Harper slipped into our white suits and made our way up the stairs to the second floor flat. SOCO officers were photographing the scene, dusting for fingerprints and carefully bagging any potential evidence.
The victim was tied to a chair and his shirt had been ripped of. I was drawn straight away to wounds on his chest. The killer had carved a swastika into his flesh. From the amount of blood around him it would’ve had to of been done while he was still alive.
I looked at Harper, ‘What the hell have we got here?’
He stared back blankly. The brutality was the worst I’d ever seen and by the look on Harper’s face, him as well.
Dempsey walked in, ‘What did he die of Adrian. Do you know yet?’
‘I don’t Inspector,’ he said shaking his head. ‘But rest assured when I know, so will you.’
I walked around the body, there were some words written on the floor in chalk. I tried to say them ‘Nacht der Langen Messer…’
I said them again but I’m no linguist. ‘Do you know what that means Doctor?’
‘If I’m not mistaken it means night of the long knives, take that in conjunction with the swastika and I think it could be referring to when Hitler took out all of his enemies in a surgical strike by his beloved SS.’
‘Yeah, I’ve heard of that on Discovery or something. What relevance does it have here?’
‘I only provide the evidence,’ Dempsey said. ‘It’s up to you to interpret it Inspector.’
I looked at Harper and rolled my eyes. Dempsey was right but I hadn’t got a fu****g clue what it meant. One thing though this poor sod must’ve suffered terribly while they butchered him. I need to get this sicko before he does anymore killing.
The flat was a mess. The murderer were clearly looking for something but for what? Once full bookcases lay broken and battered on the floor, their contents strewn all over. I picked up a book that lay at my feet and stared at the cover “My Family and Auschwitz,” was its name. WW11 related no doubt, it was a little dusty so I blew on it and opened it up.
On the inside cover there was a photo of the author. I compared it to the victim, it was hard to tell with all the blood and swelling but I think it was him.
‘I think we have the victim’s name Rick,’ I handed Harper the book who studied the picture.
‘Yes that’s him,’ he said matter of factly.
I walked around the living room and ran my hand across the top of the sideboard. Putting the mess caused by the killers to one side for a moment the flat was still fairly dusty, I don’t think this guy had a woman in his life or if he did she wasn’t much use at housekeeping. One thing though, he must have a few quid as the place was fairly opulent even though it was untidy. It looked like a Turner on the wall but I could be wrong. The ornaments and décor looked fairly expensive and judging the amount of books he’s written he must have a few quid, or should I say had.
‘There’s not much we can do here, let’s go back to the Yard and get the investigation kicked off,’ I told Harper who was still studying the book.
‘Okay Guv, I’ll just bag this up,’ he said, slipping the book into an evidence pouch. We headed downstairs, slipped out of the contamination suits and headed for the car.
On the journey back, Harper drove. I couldn’t get the victims face out of my mind. My gut instinct was telling me, this is going to be a complex investigation.
Back at the ranch Harper got the team together. I was still shocked at seeing the state of the victim – whoever had done that had enjoyed it. Grimesy walked in with a tray of coffee and egg Mcmuffins.
Robert Macdonald did for us cops what Gordon Ramsay does for the toffs, anyway it wasn’t long before the tray was empty.
Yesterday had been a busy day for murder. In the capital alone there were twenty five deaths including the fifteen Bond Street victims. At the moment there were no connections it was just a coincidence that they all happened on the same day.
Trouble is I don’t believe in coincidences.
I was feeling nervous, that was normal for me at the start of a new case, the only antidote I knew was to get stuck in.
I looked around everybody, Harper finished of his sandwich while everybody else stared at me expectantly.
‘Okay everybody listen up, It would appear that there were eleven separate incidents yesterday. I’m working with the top brass to find away of pulling these into some sort of order. At the moment they’re all unconnected but we’ll reserve judgement on that for and we’ll concentrate on our man at Charing Road. The anti terrorist squad are dealing with the bombing and ten other enquiries have been started but we may have to expand our enquiry depending on what’s found. I’ve just come from a particularly gruesome murder scene.’
I stuck a couple of pictures on the clear perspex evidence wall which caused some officers to gasp in disbelief which was unusual considering some of the cases we’ve investigated.