Goat Parva Murders – 16

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.


Barry Janus was walking past the village shop when Tom Jargoy pulled up in his van.


“Hello Barry, you look worried – what’s the matter have you run out of film?”


Janus leaned on his tripod and smiled.


“Just shows how much you know – I don’t use film – I use the new digital technology.”


“So what’s up then?”


“That fat police inspector just spoke to me about interfering with Clem Shapiro’s body – asked me if I’d removed his jacket – why would I do that; he wasn’t even my size?” Janus laughed, “plus I don’t wear leather jackets do I?”


“How’d you know it was leather Barry?”


“It’s just a guess – he always had leather jackets did Clem – I suppose being a butcher he felt he had an affinity with the cow. Anyways, have they spoken to you – the police?”


“Why would they speak to me – I had nothing to do with it.”


“They’ll be speaking to you I would have thought – just to establish where you were last night.”


“I know they’ve been visiting Carly and bothering her – they took her shoes and belt. She was proper upset.”


“You’d know all about visiting Carly wouldn’t you Tom Jargoy?”


“You breathe a word of that to anyone and I will stick that tripod up your backside – you will know how the fairy feels on the top of the Christmas tree.”


“Why so angry, Tom – you’re wife wouldn’t mind – she’d just go over  to Langstroth House as usual – but she’d wait for Lady Avon to go up to London first of course – normal behaviour for them all.”


Tom Jargoy clenched his fists and felt the blood rising in his face – he glared at Janus, put the van into gear, and headed for the beer garden at the Badger & Ferret Inn. He’d get even with Barry Janus when he’d had a drink or two.

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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