This excerpt is from the book entitled The Frisby Waterless Murders, an English Murrder Mystery book set in the countryside, starring two policemen who have been working together for a few years and get along really well. There’s lots of dialogue and banter with some humour thrown in amongst the murders and suspects.

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“And it was a car not an SUV or van?”

 

“It was a car, Inspector, an ordinary family car.”

 

“Thanks Carl and thank you Barry for answering my questions. By the way, where was it you were injured, Barry?”

 

“I was on active duty in Northern Ireland and was shot by a sniper in Belfast one night on patrol – I was very wary about going down this particular street, but I was overruled by my superior officer; turns out my sixth sense was correct. He escaped unscathed.”

 

“Your superior officer – that wasn’t Major Harkness was it?”

 

“No, Inspector – I was in the Paras, I believe he was in The Guards.”

 

“Just checking, part of my job etcetera.”

“Understood, Inspector, what you were doing there was the equivalent of me moving the pram from the tracks.”

 

“I suppose so, Barry. Anyway, I will leave you to it.”

 

Knowles stood up and left the father and son talking about the 3:30pm race at Kempton Park. He wondered why Barry Kenyon had made his astute observation like that; he obviously understood police procedures much better than most suspects. Perhaps Barry was trying to impress him and indicate he wasn’t involved in the murder? Knowles looked around and saw that Barnes, Linda Smythe, and the the other PC were still interviewing. He decided to ask whether anyone was waiting to be interviewed and found himself talking to one of the actors, Desmond Stellen, who belonged to the Little Flixton Players.

 

“Mr Stellen…”

 

“Oh please, Inspector Knowles call me Desmond or Dessie.”

 

“I won’t call you Dessie because to me, as a keen horse racing fan, Dessie will always mean Desert Orchid that wonderful race horse who won the Gold Cup in 1989.”

 

“So Desmond then, Inspector?”

 

“Certainly, Desmond, now you were sitting in Seat 10 weren’t you? You spilled your drink by the looks of the carpet?”