Tick Tock: The gripping new crime thriller from the million copy bestseller. Mel Sherratt
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СКАЧАТЬ two other girls next to her, crying silently as they stooped down to read the messages. Ahead, a lone male stood back, an angry expression on his face.

      Was the killer amongst the people watching? Some suspects liked to be near to the scene of the crime afterwards; others wanted to be as far away as possible, only looking on from a distance via social media channels and the TV.

      She glanced around, taking everyone in as she walked, hands in pockets, hoping not to stand out as a cop. She’d worn her hair down and had ditched her suit jacket for the denim one that was always in the boot of the car. She’d freshened up her make-up, too.

      Finally at the gates, she paused for a moment. Hands behind her back, she stood in silence looking at the images of Lauren Ansell. One photograph showed a young woman who had everything to look forward to. Her eyes were smiling, dancing even, and there was a mischievous grin on her face. It wasn’t the usual school photo. It had been taken when she was somewhere hot. Grace could see a beach in the background, lights shining on the sea. Lauren was tanned, happy and smiling. She hoped her parents remembered her like that once the grief had gone.

      ‘You’re the cop I saw this morning, aren’t you?’ a voice said behind her.

      Grace turned to see a teenage boy, tall, short dark hair, with an array of spots on his forehead. His wary eyes were flitting around before they finally landed on her.

      ‘Yes, I was here earlier,’ she replied. ‘And you are?’

      ‘Lewis Granger.’

      ‘Did you know Lauren?’

      ‘We were in the same class.’ He looked down the road and then thrust his hands in his pockets as he turned back. ‘I’m going to miss her.’

      ‘I’m sorry to hear that. Did she get on with everyone?’

      ‘Yeah, she was good company. We hung around together.’

      ‘She seemed very popular from what I’ve seen.’ Grace threw a thumb over her shoulder. ‘I’m going to the youth club. Is that where you’re heading?’

      He nodded. ‘I’m waiting for my mate to turn up.’

      ‘I’ll see you in there.’

      As she walked off, he spoke again.

      ‘It seems weird, someone I know dying.’

      She turned back to him. ‘There will be counselling available from the school when it reopens. It’s going to be tough for a while.’

      Grace waited for him to speak again but when he stayed silent she walked away. She wondered if he’d searched her out for a reason, or maybe he’d noticed her arrival.

      With her mind working overtime, she went inside.

       FIFTEEN

      The youth club was being held in a large hall, a pool table at one end. Next to it was an old sideboard with a coffee machine and stacks of paper cups in a pile. Music was playing low, the sounds of a recent chart-topper Grace knew some of the words to. She wondered if it was a favourite of Lauren’s or a track that was being played regardless.

      Sitting in a huddle on a small settee were three girls. Several people stood in twos. A group of mixed teens sat around a large table. All of them seemed subdued, unsure what to do. The atmosphere was tense.

      Grace moved towards two girls who were trying to comfort each other.

      ‘Excuse me, where will I find Mr Tranter?’ she asked, deciding not to show her warrant card. There was no need for such formality here.

      One of the girls pointed to a room in the far corner.

      ‘Thanks.’

      Grace followed the direction of the girl’s finger. Arriving at the room, she saw the door was open. There was a man inside, sitting at a desk. He had a thick sheen of dark hair and sultry blue eyes, and was casually dressed in jeans and a black woollen jumper.

      ‘Jason Tranter?’ This time Grace did get out her warrant card. ‘DS Allendale.’

      ‘Hi. I assumed someone might show up this evening. Come on in.’ He moved a pile of papers from a chair.

      Grace sat down. ‘I thought I’d drop by. I’m not here to question anyone in particular.’ She thought it better to be economical with the truth rather than unfriendly. Of course she was there to gather information from as many people as possible, but she still needed to keep them at ease. ‘It will give me a feel of how well liked Lauren was, and also the chance to listen to her friends and their thoughts.’

      ‘Their thoughts?’ Jason frowned.

      ‘Sometimes people give themselves away when they least expect it.’ She held up a hand as he sat forwards to protest. ‘I don’t mean anything other than information that someone might think isn’t important and then turns out to be quite the opposite. I doubt they’ll open up to me as a police officer, but I hope I can rely on you to see what you can find out?’

      Jason nodded. ‘Sure.’

      ‘How long have you been working at the youth club?’ she asked, looking around the room and spotting a corkboard crammed with photos of pupils.

      ‘A couple of years,’ Jason told her. ‘It’s voluntary. I love teaching during the day, but I don’t really like being stuck in a classroom. So this is another outlet for me. It’s only a few hours a week.’

      ‘So you know the pupils out there quite well.’ Grace paused. ‘Do any of them give you problems?’

      ‘They all do at one time or another. They’re teens. Hormones galore. The boys fight, the girls argue. They make up or they don’t in some cases.’

      ‘Anyone not made up at the moment that you know of?’ Grace pushed. ‘Any big arguments lately?’

      ‘Nothing comes to mind.’ He shook his head.

      ‘I’m just trying to get the layout of Lauren and her friends. If she’s been hanging out with different ones we’ve yet to find out about, it could be important.’

      ‘It’s Robert I pity. It wasn’t his fault, but it happened on his watch and I know he’ll blame himself. I would have done the same in his position. The girls were lagging behind, they were a minute out of his sight, and there had been three of them. Who would have thought that something like that could happen?’

      ‘How many pupils attend the youth club?’ Grace asked next, wondering why he had chosen to change the subject.

      ‘It has about seventy kids in total who use it every now and then. They don’t have to attend the school to be a member, though. We take anyone who will behave themselves.’ He smiled. ‘Some turn up every week, on the two nights we open.’

      ‘Which are?’ Grace asked.

      ‘Tuesdays and Thursdays. Others appear sporadically. СКАЧАТЬ