Vanishing Point. Danielle Ramsay

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      Brady breathed out.

      A loud rap on the door broke him from his thoughts.

      ‘Yeah?’

      The door swung open and Conrad walked in carrying a black coffee and a bacon stottie from the basement canteen.

      ‘Thought you might need some breakfast, sir.’

      ‘Thanks, Conrad,’ replied Brady, though he knew he wouldn’t be capable of keeping anything down right now.

      Conrad carefully cleared a space on Brady’s cluttered desk. He then looked at his boss trying to gauge his mood.

      ‘I’m sorry, sir …’ he began uncomfortably.

      Brady stopped him.

      ‘You tried to tell me. I should have listened, Conrad. I’m the one who should be apologising.’

      Conrad mutely nodded, relieved.

      Brady picked up his coffee and took a slow, deliberate drink.

      ‘Sir, Wolfe is carrying out the victim’s autopsy now,’ Conrad offered, filling in the awkward silence.

      ‘Is Adamson still questioning the barman from the Blue Lagoon?’ Brady asked, ignoring what Conrad had said.

      He needed to talk to the barman about the two men who had left with Simone. The two men Brady had seen drinking with her.

      ‘Sir?’ Conrad questioned.

      ‘Simple question, Harry. Yes or no?’ demanded Brady agitatedly.

      ‘No, sir. I saw Amelia a minute ago and she said that Adamson had let him go. They’ve got a photofit of the two men which helps, given how blurred the images of them are on the nightclub’s surveillance tape.’

      ‘Has Adamson sent it over to Jed to get him to digitally enhance the security tape images?’ Brady asked.

      Jed was the force’s computer forensic analyst. And he was the best, if not the only, one in the field. A shrinking budget now saw Jed overloaded with too many cases. But given the seriousness of the crime against one of their own, Brady was certain that Jed would prioritise this job.

      ‘As far as I am aware, sir,’ Conrad replied, uneasy with Brady’s line of questioning. They had their own murder investigation to be working on rather than obsessing about Adamson’s.

      Brady nodded, relieved. Jed would send him a copy of the enhanced images, he was certain of that. ‘If Adamson finds the emergency caller on CCTV footage, I want to know. Understand?’

      ‘How, sir? Adamson won’t let me anywhere near the investigation,’ Conrad pointed out.

      ‘Amelia,’ stated Brady simply. ‘She’s on Adamson’s team. You’re good friends: I’m sure she’ll keep you updated.’

      Conrad wasn’t convinced, but he let it go. It was pointless arguing with Brady. More so given Brady’s personal attachment to the case; it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to persuade him otherwise. Conrad decided to keep quiet. It would be dangerous to tell his boss to let Adamson just get on with the case instead of Brady torturing himself with updates related to Henderson’s attack.

      ‘I reckon we should keep Kenny and Daniels out of trouble by getting them to go over every bit of CCTV footage caught last night down on the Promenade and the surrounding streets.’

      ‘Won’t Adamson think that we’re interfering in his case?’ suggested Conrad.

      ‘Can’t see how. Not when we’re working on finding anything we can connect to our murder victim being dumped on the beach directly opposite the Blue Lagoon. Do you?’

      ‘But wasn’t she washed up? Dumped at sea?’

      ‘Says who? As far as I’m concerned I need Daniels and Kenny looking at that CCTV footage for any unusual activity.’

      Brady’s mind was on the anonymous 999 caller. He desperately needed to know if the man had been caught on CCTV footage. Only then would he know if his fear about the caller’s identity was true.

      ‘Sir?’ Conrad said tentatively. ‘Tell me this isn’t connected to Simone Henderson. Because we’ve already got our hands full with our own investigation.’

      He had been worried that this would happen. That as soon as his boss heard about what had happened to Simone Henderson that he would go all out to apprehend whoever had done this to her. Regardless of the consequences.

      Brady looked at Conrad’s worried expression.

      ‘No, like I said, I want to cover all possibilities with our case,’ calmly reassured Brady. ‘Now we’ve got that sorted, get your jacket. We need to be somewhere, which means rescheduling the briefing for 2pm.’

      Conrad didn’t move.

      ‘Come on, Conrad. We haven’t got all day,’ stated Brady as he stood up.

      ‘Sir? I’m sorry … about Simone.’

      Brady nodded.

      ‘I know you are,’ he answered. ‘So am I.’

       Chapter Ten

      ‘Left here.’ The sudden instruction from Brady came halfway through a conversation on his BlackBerry. ‘No, not you!’ His attention returned to the person on the other end of the line. ‘I’m talking to Conrad. Listen, I’ll call you later. Alright?’

      ‘Bloody hell, Jack!’ replied Rubenfeld. ‘This won’t wait.’

      ‘That’s the same line you’ve been threatening me for years. Give me a couple of hours and I’ll get back to you and then we’ll meet? Call you later,’ concluded Brady, not giving the hardened hack a chance to argue.

      ‘I said left,’ repeated Brady, relighting his cigarette.

      ‘Sir?’ Conrad asked as he turned to Brady.

      ‘What?’ asked Brady as he dragged on his cigarette.

      ‘Do you think this is a good idea?’

      ‘It is if I want to find out what’s happened to our murder victim.’

      ‘As long as you remember that’s why we’re here, sir,’ warned Conrad as he pulled into Rake Lane Hospital.

      ‘Drop me off at the emergency entrance. Then meet me at the morgue,’ Brady instructed, ignoring Conrad’s comment.

      Conrad didn’t reply.

      Instead, his steel-grey eyes looked straight ahead as he did as he was told and parked by the emergency entrance. His СКАЧАТЬ