Truth or Die. Katerina Diamond

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СКАЧАТЬ for Doctor Norris. I just didn’t really think about it.’

      ‘Did they fall out?’ Adrian asked.

      ‘No, Doctor Norris was nothing but kind to Owen. Owen got in because Doctor Norris endorsed his application to the university even though he didn’t quite get the correct grades, and he also sent a letter recommending Owen for a full scholarship. He got turned down, but he did get a twenty per cent reduction in fees. Which was great.’

      ‘So, they had a close relationship, then?’ Imogen asked.

      ‘I know it sounds a bit unconventional, but Owen was so worried about starting at the uni, especially with his lower than average score, and Doctor Norris was really kind to him and took him under his wing. Before you say anything, there was nothing seedy going on. He was just a nice man.’

      Adrian and Imogen’s phones went off simultaneously. Imogen pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen. A text alert from the DCI. She wanted them at the hospital immediately.

      ‘Thank you, Mrs Sager, we had best be going now,’ Imogen said. ‘Here’s my card, call us if you think of anything.’ Imogen put her card in the palm of Mrs Sager’s hand and closed both hands around it. ‘So sorry for your loss.’

      ‘Thank you, dear.’ She attempted to smile and stepped back into the house, closing the door behind her.

      Adrian blew his cheeks out, obviously feeling the woman’s pain. ‘God, I can’t even imagine,’ he said.

      ‘Let’s get to the hospital,’ Imogen said, knowing full well that Adrian could imagine it – his son had come close to being killed in a previous case and it almost destroyed him.

      They got back in the car and made their way across town to meet the DCI. Imogen couldn’t help looking at the scrapes on his knuckles and wondering if he was telling the truth about being mugged. It certainly wasn’t the first time he had shown up to work with unexplained cuts and bruises. She reminded herself he had no reason to lie. Did he?

       Chapter Eight

      Adrian couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Mrs Sager’s face. He remembered back to the time recently when he’d thought his own son was dead, and the visceral memory of the way he’d felt, even for the briefest of times, was enough to make him want to throw up. But to live in that state, to know that you would never see your child again – that would be too much for Adrian. He wasn’t sure he would even want to carry on.

      The hospital was busy, and by the time they found DI Walsh, visiting hours had begun. DI Matt Walsh stood with his arms folded, staring ahead of him. Adrian couldn’t help but look at Imogen’s face as they approached him, to see if he could work out what she was thinking. She had seemed preoccupied with finding out more about the new DI and for some reason that annoyed Adrian. He couldn’t admit to himself that he was feeling jealous.

      ‘What’s going on?’ Imogen called out, getting the DI’s attention.

      ‘A girl has been brought in. She’s in and out of it a bit, but she’s been completely brutalised,’ DI Walsh said.

      ‘Sexual assault?’ Imogen asked.

      ‘It seems highly likely at this point; I’m just waiting for the doctor to come and give me a clearer picture of what happened.’

      ‘Do we know who she is?’ Adrian asked.

      ‘Barely. I mean, you wouldn’t know it from her face; she has a lot of swelling and several nasty abrasions.’ DI Walsh seemed to stop dead in his tracks, obviously noticing the state of Adrian’s own appearance. ‘What happened to you?’

      ‘I got mugged last night, nothing serious though, I’m fine.’

      ‘You don’t look fine. Are you OK?’

      ‘Yeah, seriously. I managed to swing a couple of punches, so he didn’t get anything. Really, it’s no big deal. I’ll file a report on it later on, I was planning on it anyway, but I don’t have much information at all.’ Adrian wanted to stop talking about it now. ‘Tell us about the girl.’

      ‘She managed to tell us her name, but her throat is pretty damaged; looks like he strangled her. My guess is whoever did this is going to be very disappointed when they realise she didn’t die. She was beaten so badly, there’s no way they intended her to walk away from that.’

      ‘You said she told you her name?’ Imogen said.

      ‘Caitlin Watts.’

      ‘What?’ Imogen shot Adrian a look again.

      ‘You know her?’

      ‘We had her on a B and E the other day; all turned out to be fine though,’ Adrian said, his voice catching a little as he spoke. What the hell was going on?

      ‘Did she say if she felt like she was in danger from anyone?’ Matt Walsh asked.

      ‘No, not at all. She was in yesterday and she was fine,’ Adrian said.

      ‘So, you saw her yesterday?’ DI Walsh pressed.

      ‘She knew the professor; she came in to give us more information on the Norris case,’ Imogen explained.

      ‘She was the witness who came forward? Do you think this attack could be linked to the murder? Did she give you any indication who she thought might have killed Doctor Norris?’ DI Walsh asked.

      ‘No, but she was the one who told us about the kid who committed suicide. Owen Sager,’ Imogen said.

      ‘I dropped her off at home at around six and she was fine,’ Adrian added.

      ‘You dropped her off at home?’ DI Walsh queried, and there was an element of derision in his voice that Adrian didn’t like.

      ‘She said she couldn’t get home. I was making sure she got back all right,’ Adrian said.

      Dr Hadley appeared at that moment and Adrian was relieved to have the spotlight off him. He didn’t appreciate the way DI Walsh was speaking to him.

      ‘She’s awake and she’s stable; you can talk to her for a couple of minutes. The damage to her throat at this time means she can only talk in a whisper. She’s been through quite an ordeal.’

      ‘Was she raped?’ Imogen asked.

      ‘Yes, she has extensive damage to both her vaginal opening and her rectal lining. She also has some cracked ribs, a supraorbital fracture and more bruises than I can count,’ the doctor said, clearly very angry.

      ‘Jesus,’ Imogen muttered.

      ‘I have done a rape kit and sent it straight to the lab,’ Dr Hadley noted.

      ‘Can we go in now?’ Adrian asked. Caitlin was a sweet girl, if a little misguided, and the thought of this happening to her, of this happening to anyone, was stomach-turning.

      ‘Sure. But be considerate; СКАЧАТЬ