Cooper and Fry Crime Fiction Series Books 1-3: Black Dog, Dancing With the Virgins, Blood on the Tongue. Stephen Booth
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      Cooper was sitting close to where Gary Edwards must have stood with his binoculars on the night that Laura Vernon had been killed. The view extended from the back gardens of the cottages in Moorhay in one direction to the roof of the Old Mill at Quith Holes in the other, and down over the sweeping woodland to the meandering road far below in the valley bottom. The stream was invisible from here, and the trees were thick in the area where Laura’s body had been found.

      The last shreds of the evening light were playing tricks in the deeper patches of woodland, distorting the shadows and deadening the colours until the greens and browns merged into each other in a mesh of dark patches tinged with violet. The light was slanting almost vertically down from the hill, flattening out the perspective and reducing the woods to a two-dimensional landscape where colour meant nothing.

      Cooper looked again at the summit of Win Low and the Witches. There was an ancient pack horse road crossing the tor, below the shadow of the twisted rocks. But it would be a brave traveller who went that way at night. It was all too easy to imagine the black hounds of the legends prowling up there on the dark ridge, waiting to pounce.

      And once the black dogs of hell were on your back, you could never shake them off.

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      ‘Oh God,’ said Superintendent Jepson. ‘We’ll never hear the end of it. This is the sort of thing the division will never live down. It’ll be in the local press, the national tabloids, we’ll make the joke item on the TV news. And for certain it’ll be in the Police Review. We’ll be the laughing stock of every force in the country. I can hear the jokes about us now. It’ll go on for years. Years!’

      The superintendent had DCI Tailby and DI Hitchens in his office before the morning briefing. They had faced the difficult task of explaining to the divisional commander why a dozen officers had been employed to dig up a giant compost heap, and why the pathologist had then been called to examine two dead pigs.

      ‘We could probably find something we could charge Cutts with,’ said Hitchens. ‘To justify the exercise, so to speak.’

      ‘No, no, no. That would only make it worse. Let’s just play it down and hope it passes over after a day or two. Has the press office been briefed?’

      ‘I did it last night,’ said Tailby. ‘They’ve got bare details, but after that they have to refer enquiries to me. I’ll stonewall them.’

      ‘All right, Stewart, but I can’t understand how it happened.’

      ‘Ben Cooper had one of his inspirations,’ said Hitchens.

      ‘Ah, young Cooper. We had that business with the Sherratt arrest too.’

      ‘It could have been a disaster if DC Fry hadn’t been there.’

      ‘If Cooper had got himself shot …’ Jepson shuddered. ‘It would be a total public relations catastrophe. Nobody’s forgotten what happened to his father.’

      ‘We can’t afford that sort of incident, no matter how you look at it,’ agreed Tailby.

      Jepson turned to Hitchens. ‘You keep your ear to the ground regarding the staff in your department, don’t you, Paul?’

      ‘I try to, sir.’

      ‘You know we’ll have to be making the decision on DS Osborne’s replacement very soon. He signs off for good at the beginning of next month. DC Cooper was one we had in mind for the job, wasn’t he?’

      ‘He was top of the shortlist,’ said Hitchens.

      ‘What’s your view on that now?’

      ‘Frankly, he appears to be a touch emotionally unstable. He was very moody yesterday. All over something and nothing, as far as I can gather.’

      ‘This new DC, though. Fry …’

      ‘She’s got better qualifications than Cooper. And she seems very stable, despite her past history.’

      Jepson nodded seriously. ‘Ah, the business in the West Midlands. Of course.’

      ‘A very nasty business,’ said Tailby. ‘But she’s fine now, isn’t she? Paul?’

      ‘A bit of a cold fish, but solid as a rock, sir. Totally in control, I’d say. Very professional. No ill effects, she says.’

      ‘You’ve actually discussed it with her?’ asked Jepson.

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      ‘Good man. That’s excellent management. Good relations with the staff.’

      ‘According to her record, she had the standard counselling. There’s a note that she packed the sessions in, though, after she split up with a boyfriend. Seems he couldn’t handle it, but she could.’

      ‘I suppose that sort of experience can actually make someone a stronger person,’ suggested Tailby.

      ‘Ah, that’s right. Baptism of fire and all that. Add Diane Fry’s name to the shortlist. Let’s see how she shapes up in the interviews.’

      ‘Ben Cooper, though … He’d be a popular choice, sir.’

      ‘Mmm. Emotionally unstable, Paul says. I don’t like the sound of that. Cooper’s a bit too immature yet for a supervisory post, I think. It’s a pity, though. A local lad, wonderful local knowledge. Dedicated, hard-working, bright.’

      ‘It’s not enough,’ said Hitchens.

      Jepson sighed. ‘You’re probably right. Do I take it we’re agreed DC Cooper is not an option to replace Osborne?’ He waited while the others nodded. ‘In that case, it’d better be done quickly. I’ll see him this morning during the briefing and break the news. I’ll jolly him along a bit, try to soften the blow. Suggest a bit of lateral development.’

      The three men sat for a moment, calmly assessing a job well done. Jepson stirred and sat upright, signalling a change of subject.

      ‘What’s the progress on the Vernon enquiry, then? Stewart?’

      ‘We don’t need to expend extra resources at this stage, sir. I expect forensic results today. They could wrap the enquiry up, I think.’

      ‘You’ve got two possibles, haven’t you?’

      ‘I’m confident forensics will tie in either Lee Sherratt or the boyfriend, Simeon Holmes,’ said Tailby. ‘That will be the breakthrough we need. We could be making an arrest soon.’

      ‘That sounds like a good press release,’ said Jepson hopefully. ‘If we can get that out to the media today, they might forget about the pigs.’

      ‘I remain hopeful,’ said Tailby.

      

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