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.
Knowles parked his Land Rover in the car park of the Badger & Ferret Inn and looked at his watch.
“Right, Sergeant Barnes, I think you should go and see Carol Herald and find out what she knows and work out what she’s not telling you, if you know what I mean. Above all see if she’s the proud owner of a dirty shower curtain or a golf seat that might have been used by her fellow stalkers.”
“And you’ll be visiting Mr Greggs that Tai Chi artist then?”
“I will – he should be back by now from his job in the big city. I will see you in the tap room when you’re finished.”
Barnes headed to the left to No 1 Sharrock Lane, while Knowles headed straight over to No 3. A shiny white Mercedes with a warm bonnet was parked in the drive.
Knowles rang the doorbell, stood back slightly and waited. Mr Greggs was perhaps busy after returning from London. After a minute, the door was opened by a slim, brown-haired man wearing tracksuit bottoms who was drying his hair with a blue towel.
“OK, where’s the other one, you people usually come in pairs.”
“Not a Jehovah’s Witness, not happy and smiley enough,” said Knowles, brandishing his ID, “the name’s Detective Inspector Knowles from Scoresby CID, can I come in and ask you a few questions about the murder this morning?”
“The murder? What murder? Where? – I didn’t see a thing.”