Goat This excerpt is from the book entitled The Goat Parva Murders an English Murder 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.
“Or how often perhaps – he didn’t want anyone‘s attention drawing to this door being opened.”
“Perhaps he didn’t like squeaky hinges?”
“Yes, perhaps, perhaps he suffered from OCD. Anyway, what do we see in here?”
“Not much,” said the Duty Sergeant in a disappointed manner, “hardly anything.”
Inside the locker were a packet of mints, a spare shirt, a spare set of underwear, and an empty glass. There was also a toilet bag containing a razor, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a comb that was completely clean.
“And the cupboard was bare…” murmured Knowles.
Barnes picked up the socks that were rolled into a tight ball and felt them in his hands. He frowned and moved the socks around slightly before unravelling them. A key clicked on the floor and skittered away under the lockers. A constable unwound a paperclip and extricated the key from its temporary resting place. He handed the key to Barnes.
“A Post Office box key, if I am not very much mistaken,” said Barnes and was reminded of the list of boxes in his pocket. He pulled the names out, “I wish I knew which of these boxes it belonged to.”
Knowles looked down the list: Walker, Smith, Herd, Lucan, Maltravers, Small, Cooke, Savage….
“Sarge, can you get one of your constables to try this key in those PO Boxes in the Post Office – get her or him to try those boxes first that belong to people with fancy names like Lucan, Maltravers, Ponsonby, Fortescue-Williams etc. When a match is found tell the constable to come back and not to touch the contents – I’d like to see whether anyone else comes to that box.”