Stuart MacBride: Ash Henderson 2-book Crime Thriller Collection. Stuart MacBride

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       8

      I pulled the curtain back. ‘Feeling any better?’

      Dr McDonald perched on the edge of a hospital gurney, her left eye partially closed, a square of white wadding taped to her forehead and cheek. ‘No.’

      ‘Doctor says it could’ve been a lot worse. Just superficial really.’

      She scowled at me. ‘It’s sore.’

      ‘I offered you painkillers.’

      ‘I’m not taking pills from a man I barely know, I mean they could be anything: roofies, GHB, Rohypnol, Ketamine—’

      ‘Roofies and Rohypnol are the same thing. And trust me: you’re not my type.’

      Her bottom lip protruded a little, then she sniffed and hopped down from the gurney. ‘The body deposition sites were stupid, I don’t mean the park: the park isn’t stupid, but burying a dead body there is. Only a set number of people have easy access, and what if someone looks out of their window and sees you with your shovel and a big black-plastic bundle. Who’s Jennifer?’

      None of your sodding business, that’s who.

      I dropped my vending-machine coffee in the bin. ‘Far as we can tell, Cameron Park’s been a wilderness for the last twelve years. Council cut the maintenance budget, told the residents it was their responsibility, so it all went feral.’ The sounds of an afternoon in A&E echoed through the corridors – muffled swearing, a young man sobbing, some drunken singing. ‘Door-to-doors spoke to an old biddie been living there for sixty years. She says people dump their garden waste in the park all the time.’

      ‘Well, that’s not very public spirited of them …’ Dr McDonald frowned down at the floor. A series of lines were painted on the cracked linoleum: yellow, blue, red, purple, white, and black. She placed one foot on the black line, then the other, both arms held out sideways as if she was walking on a tightrope. Teetering along.

      I pointed in the opposite direction. ‘Exit’s that way.’

      She kept going. ‘This goes to the morgue, doesn’t it?’

      ‘No, it goes to the mortuary. You watch too much American TV.’

      ‘Sounds a lot more genteel, doesn’t it: “mortuary”, a morgue is full of serial-killer victims, a mortuary is somewhere you go to see Great Aunty Morag who’s passed away at the ripe old age of ninety-two.’

      ‘You’re still going the wrong way.’

      ‘Follow the little black line.’ She grabbed my arm and gave a skip. ‘Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.’

      Around the corner and deeper into the hospital. The paintwork was cracked and grubby, the gurney bumpers scuffed and dented, the floor patched with strips of silver duct tape. Paintings broke up the magnolia monotony, landscapes and portraits mostly, all done by school children.

      Dr McDonald didn’t even look at them. ‘Detective Chief Inspector Veeeber – that’s German, isn’t it, but shouldn’t the pronunciation be “Veber”, or “Veyber”, I mean I’m sure he knows how to pronounce his own name, but—’

      ‘Weber will let Smith get comfortable saying “Veeber” for a couple of weeks, then change the pronunciation on him. Give him a hard time for getting it wrong, and go right back to the start.’ I smiled. ‘I’ve seen Weber keep it up for months. Be surprised how quickly little things like that can break somebody.’

      She shrugged. ‘Seems a bit cruel …’

      ‘Serves him right: he’s a prick.’

      We walked along in silence for a while, enjoying the twin reeks of disinfectant and stewed cauliflower.

      Dr McDonald stopped. ‘There’s something significant about the deposition site – not only where it is but the nature of the burials themselves. I mean did you see Lauren Burges’s body? He didn’t even bother to put her head back in the right place, just wrapped the whole lot up, dragged it out to the middle of the park and dumped it in a shallow grave.’

      A voice behind us: ‘Beep, beep!’

      We flattened to the wall, and a hospital bed trundled past, pushed by a balding porter with a squint smile. A pair of chunky nurses brought up the rear, СКАЧАТЬ