Murder in the Caribbean. Robert Thorogood
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Название: Murder in the Caribbean

Автор: Robert Thorogood

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Полицейские детективы

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isbn: 9780008238223

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СКАЧАТЬ I think you know what it means.’

      ‘I don’t.’

      ‘It’s better if you tell us what you know now,’ Camille said, playing the role of the ‘Good Cop’.

      ‘But I don’t know anything about why that ruby was put there. Nothing at all. I promise you.’

      Natasha said this statement with such finality that Richard was left in no doubt that she meant it. The only problem was, both Richard and Camille knew she was lying. But why would she lie about why a ruby was left in her house?

      Just before it was time to finish for the day, Richard gathered his team at the whiteboard in the Police station.

      ‘Okay, so what have we got so far?’ he asked, popping the lid on a fresh board marker.

      ‘Well, sir,’ Fidel said, ‘I’ve lifted the prints from the bottle of rum you got from Natasha’s house. And assuming those prints belong to Conrad, I can say that they match the fingerprints we’ve been able to lift from the blood we found on Conrad’s boat.’

      ‘It was his handprint in the blood?’

      ‘I’ve got definite matches for his first, second and third fingers on his right hand, and matches for his left thumb and first finger.’

      ‘So it really was Conrad who was injured in the explosion.’

      ‘And who then slipped down the side of his boat into the water,’ Dwayne added. ‘Which means he went into the water bleeding.’

      Richard shuddered. They all knew how slim the chances were of a heavily bleeding man lasting long before attracting the attention of a nearby shark.

      ‘And it was a big explosion,’ Dwayne said. ‘Anything that could do that to a boat could do a lot worse to flesh and bone.’

      ‘Poor man,’ Camille said.

      ‘Although,’ Richard asked, ‘are we sure he didn’t survive?’

      ‘I don’t see how he could have done,’ Fidel said. ‘I reckon we were at the scene within twenty minutes. So if he was alive – either on his boat or in the water – we’d have seen him.’

      ‘Then could he have swum ashore before we got there?’

      ‘No way. The nearest land was Honoré beach, and that’s where we came from. If he was in any condition to swim to safety, we’d have passed him on our way out. And I was checking the water the whole time, sir. I didn’t see anyone swimming anywhere.’

      ‘Very well. We’ll need to tell Mrs Gardiner that her husband is missing presumed dead. Camille?’

      Camille sighed, but knew it made sense that the task fall to her. After all, she was the only detective at the station who wasn’t Richard Poole, and that was reason enough for her to handle all of the conversations that required any kind of sympathy.

      ‘Okay,’ she said, and went to her desk to get ready to leave.

      ‘Then, Dwayne,’ Richard said, ‘what did you get from going door-to-door at the harbour?’

      ‘Well, Chief, I spoke to whoever I could find, and three witnesses all said that they saw Conrad get onto his boat on his own this morning.’

      ‘No-one else was with him?’

      ‘That’s what they’re saying. And the harbour master, Philippe, said he talked to Conrad this morning and was sure he was on his own. In fact, Conrad asked Philippe to help load his scuba kit onto the boat because there was no-one else around to help.’

      ‘He took scuba diving kit out with him?’ Richard asked.

      ‘That’s what Philippe said. But the important thing is, Philippe’s ninety-nine per cent sure that no-one else was on the boat with Conrad. Unless they were hiding in the cabin.’

      ‘I see,’ Richard said, already feeling frustrated that the explosion had ruined their primary crime scene. How could they run forensics or test any of their theories when half the boat had sunk to the bottom of the sea?

      ‘Then did you speak to the Saint-Marie Dive School?’

      ‘I did. And tomorrow they’re putting together a team to scour the seabed under where the boat went down.’

      ‘Oh, Camille,’ Richard said to his partner as she headed for the door, ‘were there any fingerprints on the ruby that was left at the scene?’

      ‘No, sir. There wasn’t a single fingerprint on it.’

      ‘Now, that is interesting, isn’t it?’

      ‘You’re right, sir. Whoever put it there made sure there was no way of tracing it back to them,’ Camille said, and then she headed off.

      ‘And yet, it must have been bought from somewhere on the island. Dwayne, can you ring all the shops where you think it would be possible to buy a fake ruby. I want to know where it came from.’

      ‘Okay.’

      ‘Which brings me to you, Fidel. What have you been able to glean from the mobile phone detonator you recovered from the boat?’

      ‘Well, sir,’ Fidel said, leading them over to his desk where he’d separated the mobile phone from the wires, and had also removed its back cover and battery. ‘I dusted the tape and outer casing for fingerprints. There aren’t any.’

      ‘Like the ruby,’ Richard said. ‘Which, again, makes sense. Our killer’s got to be careful.’

      ‘But I also removed the battery and casing and dusted them all over as well. You know, just on the off chance I could find a fingerprint or trapped hair or something.’

      ‘Of course. But nothing?’

      ‘Got it in one, sir. Nothing. Or so I thought. Because I then decided to dust the SIM card before I tried to work out what the number was and where it had been bought from.’

      Richard was impressed.

      ‘You dusted the SIM card for prints?’

      ‘You’ve got to be thorough, sir,’ Fidel said, believing that Richard was chastising him. ‘And I found a partial fingerprint on the contact side of the SIM card.’

      ‘You did?’

      ‘Better than that, I was able to lift it. And the thing is, it doesn’t match any of the exclusion prints we took for Conrad Gardiner. Or his wife, for that matter.’

      ‘The print from the SIM card belongs to some unknown third party?’

      ‘I believe so.’

      ‘Have you uploaded the print to the CPCN?’ Richard asked eagerly.

      The Caribbean Police Computer Network was one of the few saving graces of working on Saint-Marie as far as Richard was concerned. It was a database of information that unified all СКАЧАТЬ