Blind to the Bones. Stephen Booth

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СКАЧАТЬ police officers protecting the scene at the air shaft were starting to get a bit edgy. The place was difficult to find, and it had taken a couple of attempts by the fire service to guide them up the track. Another patrol car had been positioned at the gateway off the A628, but there was no sign yet of the rest of the team – the forensic medical examiner, the CID, the Scientific Support van, or the senior officer who would take charge.

      The gradual arrival of daylight made the scene look even worse than it had in the light of their torches. PC Greg Knott was the more experienced officer. He had attended sudden deaths before, and he knew from the smell, and the condition of the area surrounding the body, that this death had occurred some time ago. The gases building up in the body as decomposition set in had begun to expel the contents of the stomach and intestines, and blood from the victim’s nose and ears caused a confusing picture of the injuries he had sustained.

      Worst were the eyes, though. In the place where they should have been there were black, clotted pools that almost seemed to match the unnatural colour of the victim’s face.

      With every moment that passed, PC Knott was getting more and more worried that there were things he ought to be doing. It had been a long, tedious night shift. And now, right at the end of it, Knott and his partner actually had an interesting call to attend. They were FOA at a suspicious death – the first officers to arrive. And that brought sudden responsibilities, the knowledge that the actions they took, or didn’t take, right now could affect the whole investigation, if it turned out to be a case of murder.

      Their first priorities had been to assess and protect the scene. And he knew the first rule was not to interfere with anything at the scene, once they were sure that the victim was actually dead. But he hated standing around doing nothing. It went against his instincts. Knott wanted to poke around, to identify the victim, to try to figure out what had happened.

      As more time passed, the urge to do something was becoming stronger. Knott told himself it would impress the senior officers when they arrived. But he looked at his partner, who was trying to find something secure to fasten the end of the blue-and-white tape to, and he was glad he wasn’t on his own. A bad mistake would be too easy to make. Above all things, any evidence at the scene had to be preserved from contamination. Knott looked at the sky, praying that the rain would hold off, because they had no means of protecting the body if the weather broke.

      There was the noise of a car engine, whining as it approached.

      ‘Who’s that coming?’ said Knott.

      ‘Let’s hope it’s the medical examiner.’

      They both looked down the hill, watching the spot where the track crested the rise and emerged from the banks of heather. Nothing appeared. Yet the sound of the engine became louder and louder, until it almost seemed to be on top of them.

      ‘Bloody hell!’ said Knott, spinning round. A black Mitsubishi pick-up was only a few yards away from them. But it was travelling down the hill, not up.

      ‘Where did that come from?’

      ‘I don’t know, but he’s going to drive right through the tape, if we don’t stop him,’ said Knott.

      ‘He’d better not, or we’re dead meat.’

      ‘Stop him, then.’

      They both began waving and running towards the vehicle. The driver had already slowed to a crawl as he bumped over the stony track, and he finally came to a halt a few feet from the air shaft. He lowered the driver’s window.

      ‘What’s the problem?’ he said.

      ‘I’m afraid you can’t come through here, sir. This is a crime scene.’

      ‘A what?’

      ‘A crime scene, sir. There’s been a fatality.’

      ‘Oh.’

      ‘So if you don’t mind, sir –’

      ‘Has somebody been hurt, then?’

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      ‘Who is it?’

      ‘We don’t know. But I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to reverse back up the track. You need to turn round and go back the way you came.’

      The driver leaned out of his window to look down the track. ‘I could just about squeeze past. The ground’s quite dry here, so I think the four-wheel drive could cope.’

      ‘No, sir. Go back, please.’

      ‘It’s a damned nuisance.’

      ‘Could I ask your name, sir?’

      ‘It’s Dearden.’

      ‘And whereabouts do you live?’

      ‘Over the other side of the hill. Shepley Head Lodge.’

      Knott looked at his partner, who shrugged. ‘Surely you could take the road through Withens, Mr Dearden?’ he said.

      ‘Maybe.’

      ‘It would be much easier than negotiating this track, I would have thought. You’ll get a lot less damage to your suspension and your tyres, anyway.’

      ‘I suppose so.’

      ‘Where are you heading for, sir?’

      ‘Glossop.’

      ‘Glossop? Well, this isn’t even a shortcut. You’d have to go back up the A628 to where the Withens road comes out anyway.’

      ‘All right, all right. I’m going.’

      He revved the Mitsubishi, looked over his shoulder and began reversing up the hill towards where the track widened out at the old quarry.

      Knott looked at the body of the young man. ‘If Mr Dearden lives nearby, maybe we should have asked him if he recognized the body,’ he said. ‘He might have been able to give us a quick ID.’

      ‘This lad won’t be from round here,’ said the other officer confidently.

      ‘You sure?’

      ‘They never are. Besides …’

      ‘What?’

      ‘I didn’t like the look of Mr Dearden too much. What was he doing driving over this way, when he could have gone up the Withens road? It would have been a lot easier and quicker for him. It doesn’t make sense.’

      Knott shrugged. ‘Beats me. But take a note of his registration number before we lose sight of him anyway,’ he said, as he watched the Mitsubishi do a three-point turn. ‘We’ll pass his name on to CID. When they arrive.’

      ‘Who do you suppose we’ll get?’

      ‘Some bugger who’ll tell us we’ve done everything wrong,’ said PC Knott.

      Detective Chief Inspector Oliver Kessen was a recent arrival in СКАЧАТЬ