Little Boy Blue - [24]
‘Great. So now you’re blaming her -’
‘Of course not.’
‘We’re equal rank, you can’t steal leads from me. Just because your undercover gig was a bust -’
‘You weren’t here, Charlie,’ Sanderson interrupted. ‘What was I supposed to do?’
‘You were supposed to call me. That’s what any normal person would have done. But you’re so busy trying to impress Mummy that you’d -’
‘You’re out of line.’
‘Deny it then. Look me in the face and deny that you deliberately stole my collar to make yourself look good in front of -’
‘Go to Hell.’
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be just like the old days -’
‘What’s going on?’
Charlie was almost nose-to-nose with Sanderson, but pulled away sharply on hearing Helen’s voice.
‘We have a suspect in custody,’ Helen continued, approaching fast. ‘We have dozens of leads to chase up. So why are my two senior officers going at it like a pair of fishwives?’
Neither Charlie nor Sanderson answered. They didn’t dare, given the look on Helen’s face.
‘You’ve both been around long enough to know that any problems need to be settled in private, not paraded for the rest of the station.’
Charlie stole a glance at the desk sergeant who’d clearly been enjoying the show.
‘DS Brooks, you will accompany me to the interview suite. DS Sanderson, you will return to the incident room and lead the team.’
Sanderson opened her mouth to protest.
‘And don’t even think about answering back,’ Helen said, silencing her before she’d begun.
Without another word, Helen turned, walking away fast towards the swing doors. Charlie sped after her. She didn’t bother looking back at Sanderson – she could tell what she’d be feeling now. Not that this was any consolation – they were both in trouble now and had a lot of ground to make up.
Whatever way you looked at it, Charlie’s bad day had just got a whole lot worse.
38
‘You are making a monumental mistake and when this is all over, I will be expecting a formal apology.’
Helen Grace had already been surprised twice by Paul Jackson in the ten minutes they’d known each other. His agreement to field questions before his lawyer arrived was unusual, as was his decision to adopt such an aggressive tone. He was either extremely confident of his innocence or an accomplished liar.
‘As I’ve said, you’re here because your DNA was found on the victim’s body,’ Helen responded calmly. ‘In saliva on his cheek and ear. It’s highly unlikely that our laboratory got that wrong. They double- and triple-check their findings -’
‘You hear about mistakes all the time in these places,’ Jackson interrupted. ‘Petri dishes that haven’t been cleaned properly, evidence that has been cross-contaminated, your lot are constantly arresting the wrong people because of cock-ups at laboratories.’
‘I agree that there have been mistakes, but the fact remains that it is your DNA. The only way cross-contamination could have occurred is if they had a sample of your DNA stored there from a separate incident. Is that the case? Have you ever had to provide a DNA sample for the police before?’
‘No.’
‘Then the only “mistake” that could have occurred was if your saliva was accidentally transferred to Mr Elder’s face. Can you explain how this might have happened?’
‘I’ve no idea. Perhaps our paths overlapped on the way to work, perhaps we use the same gym -’
‘Mr Elder works from home, keeps very different hours from you and to the best of our knowledge didn’t have a gym membership.’
‘I can’t explain it then.’
‘You’ve never met him?’
‘Never. I’ve said this three times to three different officers now. Perhaps if you tried listening to me, we could sort this mess out?’
Helen was about to respond when the door opened and Jackson’s lawyer hurried in. Helen knew Jonathan Spitz to be an astute and experienced lawyer and he wasted no time in reprimanding her for proceeding without him. Helen ignored his protests and carried on:
‘Mr Jackson has confirmed that he didn’t know Mr Elder and can’t account for the DNA samples we found on the victim’s face.’
Spitz looked relieved that no serious damage had been done.
‘I’d now like to ask your client about his phone history. I’m showing Mr Jackson a black iPhone. Can you confirm that this is yours?’
Jackson nodded.
‘For the tape, please, Mr Jackson.’
‘Yes.’
‘When we spoke yesterday,’ Charlie interjected, ‘you said that you’d never contacted Mr Elder via email, message, phone -’
‘Correct.’
‘Yet dozens of Snapchat messages were sent from this device to Mr Elder. I have the dates of some of them here’ – Charlie pulled a sheet of paper from her file – ‘August the tenth, August the fourteenth, September the first, September the sixth, September the fourteenth. The list goes on.’
‘I didn’t send them. The phone must have been cloned or something -’
‘It’s curious though that the gap in messages in the second half of August coincides with the dates that you and your wife were on holiday in Santorini. The data roaming charges on your account give us a pretty good picture of your movements and, of course, we’re double-checking this with Sally as we speak.’
Detective Helen Grace is on the trail of a twisted serial killer in this riveting thriller in the gripping * international bestselling series."Ruby wakes up in a strange room. Her captor calmly explains that no one is looking for her. No one wants her. Except him."When the body of a woman is found buried on a secluded beach, Detective Helen Grace is called to the scene. She knows right away that the killer is no amateur. The woman has been dead for years, and no one has even reported her missing. But why would they? She s still sending text messages to her family.Helen is convinced that a criminal mastermind is at work: someone very smart, very careful, and worst of all, very patient.
THE FOURTH DI HELEN GRACE THRILLER BY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M J ARLIDGE 'Helen Grace is one of the greatest heroes to come along in years' JEFFERY DEAVER In the dead of night, three raging fires light up the city skies. It's more than a tragic coincidence. For DI Helen Grace the flames announce the arrival of an evil she has never encountered before. Because this is no firestarter seeking sick thrills, but something more chilling: a series of careful, calculating acts of murder. But why were the victims chosen? What's driving the killer? And who will be next? A powder keg of fear, suspicion and dread has been laid.
The international bestseller that "grabs the reader by the throat" (Crime Time).First in the new series featuring Detective Inspector Helen Grace.Two people are abducted, imprisoned, and left with a gun. As hunger and thirst set in, only one walks away alive.It's a game more twisted than any Detective Inspector Helen Grace has ever seen. If she hadn't spoken with the shattered survivors herself, she almost wouldn't believe them.Helen is familiar with the dark sides of human nature, including her own, but this case-with its seemingly random victims-has her baffled.
Детектив-инспектор Хелен Грейс расследует серию преступлений, в каждом из которых похищены два человека. Похититель ставит свои жертвы перед страшным выбором – убить другого или умереть самому. Как долго продолжится эта смертельная игра, зависит только от Хелен. Ведь этими похищениями маньяк шлет послание лично ей.
From the international bestselling author of Eeny Meeny comes the second thriller in the truly excellent series * featuring Detective Helen Grace."A man s body is found in an empty house.A gruesome memento of his murder is sent to his wife and children."He is the first victim, and Detective Helen Grace knows he will not be the last. But why would a happily married man be this far from home in the dead of night?The media call it Jack the Ripper in reverse: a serial killer preying on family men who lead hidden double lives.Helen can sense the fury behind the murders.
Красивая хозяйственная жена, муж-военный с белозубой улыбкой, очаровательная дочка – казалось бы, рецепт идеальной семьи. Но если бы все было так просто, журналистка Лола, которая прославилась на всю Италию репортажами о самых громких криминальных происшествиях страны, осталась бы без работы. Жена исчезла, муж безутешен, весь городок Черенова – от военной части до местного ночного клуба – переполнен жуткими слухами. Видимо, Лоле снова предстоит броситься в самую гущу событий, обходя конкурентов на поворотах.
Май 1899 года. В дождливый день к сыщику Мармеладову приходит звуковой мастер фирмы «Берлинер и Ко» с граммофонной пластинкой. Во время концерта Шаляпина он случайно записал подозрительный звук, который может означать лишь одно: где-то поблизости совершено жестокое преступление. Заинтригованный сыщик отправляется на поиски таинственного убийцы.
Молодая женщина, известный в сети блогер, однажды исчезла из своей квартиры. Какие обстоятельства стали причиной ее внезапного исчезновения? Чем может помочь страница в «Живом журнале» пропавшей? На эти вопросы предстоит найти ответы следователю Дмитрию Владимирову. Рассказ «Затерявшаяся во мгле» четвертый в ряду цикла «Дыхание мегаполиса», повествующего о судьбах наших современников — жителей больших городов.
Подруги Юля и Катя, не раз уже распутавшие самые таинственные криминальные дела, получают новое опасное задание — вычислить террористов среди участников реалити-шоу. Неразлучным подругам приходится разделиться: Юля остается в Москве на шоу «Спорт для неспортивных», а Катя отправляется в Тихий океан на шоу «Герой необитаемого острова». О террористах, планирующих устроить взрыв в прямом эфире двух игр одновременно, известно только, что это мужчина и женщина, но неясно, кто из них попал на какое шоу. Под подозрением все! Вскоре выясняется, что террористы — не главная проблема.
А с вами случалось такое? Когда чья-то незримая жизнь играет внутри вас будто забродившее вино, она преследует вас с самого детства и не даёт покоя ни днём, ни ночью. С ней невозможно договориться, у неё нет ни ног, ни тела, ни голоса. У неё нет ничего. И, тем не менее, она пытается по-своему общаться и даже что-то рассказывает. Что это: раздвоение сознания или тихое сумасшествие? А может, это чья-то неуспокоенная душа отчаянно взывает о помощи? Тогда кто она? Откуда взялась? И что ей нужно?
Первый официальный роман по мотивам культового сериала «Нарко» от Netflix. Удивительно подробное и правдивое изображение колумбийской наркоторговли изнутри. Хосе Агилар Гонсалес – sicario, наемный убийца медельинского картеля. Он готов обрушиться на любого врага Пабло Эскобара – и сделать с ним все, что прикажет Патрон. Он досконально изучил весь механизм работы кокаиновой империи, снизу доверху. Он глубоко проник в мысли и чувства Эскобара. Он знает, как подойти к нему даже с такой просьбой, которая другим показалась бы самоубийством, – и получить желаемое.