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 arrived at the crime scene and parked his vehicle by Barnes’ white sports car.
What a show off, arriving at a suspicious death in a Morgan. Still, as he’s only 26 he probably doesn’t know any better, thought Knowles as he tried to put his feet into the Wellington boots.
His belly made life difficult especially in cramped situations like this and he vowed to start another diet tomorrow. “Lose some weight you fat sod,” had been the considered opinion of the police doctor, for which Knowles had thanked him profusely and made a mental note not to cancel the next speeding ticket that the doctor received from the woodentops on the motorway.
Barnes arrived looking very fine in his Hugo Boss suit and tie.
“Name’s Clem Shapiro, the butcher’s assistant, aged 33, who seems to have been bird-watching, although I think the bird he was watching doesn’t have feathers, in fact she doesn’t seem to wear clothes that much from what I’ve heard.”
“Bet you’re referring to Danica Baker-Clements?”
“Heard of her, sir?”
“The surest thing between here and Leicester, Barnesy old son – not a prostitute exactly, but the same attitude without any money involved either. From what I’ve heard,” added Knowles quickly before Barnes asked any awkward questions.
“Clem was hit on the head by a blunt instrument and suffered a severe head trauma that would have killed him within a minute of the blow being struck – the medics will move the body as soon as you’ve looked at it – they believe he was killed around 11pm last night.”