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.
“Very kind, and be sure she finds out who was supposed to be murdered and who the murderer was going to be.”
“Will do, sir, and what will you be doing?”
“I am going to be interviewing the train manager, Gerald, and finding out what happened on this journey.”
“What did Carly Waferr volunteer, sir?”
“She was providing the catering using all natural products grown in her very own garden.”
“Do you believe her?”
“Nearly, but not quite completely. She used some mushrooms in the food which would have been served at lunch and it’s hard to believe that none of them came from the woods of Goat Parva. I just hope for her sake that none of them were poisonous. The Health and Safety will have a field day.”
“Indeed, anyway I should get on with things as there’s 25 people to interview.”
“Yes, you should Barnesy, I will come and help you out once I have finished with Gerald.”
“Sounds like a plan, sir.”
Knowles smiled as Barnes almost ran off to the station cafe. Presumably one of the passengers was a good-looking female and his Sergeant wanted to make sure he interviewed her at considerable length. Knowles saw a worried looking man around 6 feet tall talking to the Forensics team and decided that this must be Gerald. He looked the part with a nice dark-blue uniform and hat. He’d undone the top button of his crisp white shirt and his tie was slightly askew but otherwise he seemed to be keeping control of himself.
Knowles waited for the conversation to come to a natural end before introducing himself.
“Hello Gerald, I am Inspector Knowles from Scoresby CID, how are you?”
Gerald Kennedy shook hands with the Inspector and smiled.
“I am fine, thank you, considering what’s happened, excuse me a moment.”
He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his ginger hair. He put the hat back on and said “Do you want to talk inside, Inspector Knowles?”