The Black Hill Hotel Mystery – 65

This excerpt is from the book entitled The Black Hill Hotel Mystery an English Murder Mystery book set in the winter countryside, starring two policemen who have been working together for a few years and get along well.


“Very good, I hope you get nominated for an Academy Award, please go to the top of the hill and stop the police car coming down here. I told Street to tell Molby to stop at the top, but Molby might have trouble understanding those instructions. I don’t want him crashing into anything such as ourselves, the Forensics team, or the body.”


“OK, but I will position a large rock between myself and the car just in case he skids.”


“Sounds like a plan, Sergeant Barnes, you should go now as Molby will be here soon.”


Barnes turned around and jogged up the hill, passing the Forensics vehicle, which was gradually stopping on the snowy slope.


Knowles looked at the familiar face of Dr Crabtree who was in the passenger seat. The doctor waved as the vehicle stopped about five yards from the hand in the snow. Knowles walked over to the vehicle.


“Dr Crabtree, we shall have to stop meeting like this,” said Knowles.


“Well, Colin, stop calling me to look at your grim discoveries – did the dog find this one too?”


“No, Bingo didn’t find this one, but he did find me in the field when I was left to die by an unknown attacker.”


“Really? It’s a long way from Goat Parva to here, even for an energetic dog.”


“He was visiting a friend in Frisby, or rather his owner was.”


“And you’re alright are you?”


“I got a smack on the head, see?” Knowles showed Crabtree his injury.


“Jane,” said Crabtree, turning to his assistant who’d driven the vehicle from Scoresby, “can you put two stitches in this injury right now and give him some anti-biotics and patch him up. I’ll have a look at the hand in the snow.”


“I will do, Doctor. Come here Inspector Knowles,” said Dr Jane Priestley, who had been in the job for a month. She opened her large medical bag and took out a couple of items.


“What now?” asked Knowles.


“Yes, now, come on, it won’t hurt. Much.”


Published by Julian Worker

Julian was born in Leicester, attended school in Yorkshire, and university in Liverpool. He has been to 94 countries and territories and intends to make the 100 when travel is easier. He writes travel books, murder / mysteries and absurd fiction. His sense of humour is distilled from The Marx Brothers, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. His latest book is about a Buddhist cat who tries to help his squirrel friend fly further from a children's slide.

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