The Camden Moth; part 1 (#wordprompt #fiction)


‘D.I. Baxter.’ Keely twisted a biro around her pony tail as she listened to the new guy from forensics. He was thorough and didn’t mind working late and she made a mental note to sing his praises. As she had predicted, the spatters were that of the mother.

She replaced the phone into its cradle and the slight click masked the sound of her door opening.

‘Oh shit. Bryan you made me jump, don’t do that!’

‘Sorry. Saw your light on. Wondered if you fancied joining us for a half? We’re all done here.’ Bryan hovered in the doorway, one hand still on the handle.

‘It was the mother’s blood Bryan, on the garage wall. Knew it was’. Keely’s reflection stared back into her office clear enough for Bryan to meet her eyes.

‘Fuck.’ he walked into the room, ‘what can I do?’

She turned to face him, hands on her hips.

‘Right now? Buy me that drink. Then tomorrow, we’ll go back through the Wilkinson file. That bastard inside needs to tell us the truth and when I’ve finished with him, he will.’

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