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.
Where to next, sir?”
“Carly’s place – see if we can find those missing items.”
“So you know Carly then?”
“I do, Sergeant, I just act stupid and ignorant for the benefit of our suspects.”
“Do we charge her with receiving stolen property?”
“Unless she’s sold them then no, but we’d have a real problem convincing the jury that Bingo was a thief and she was his fence. She’s barking mad but that still doesn’t put her on the same wavelength as Bingo.”
“Where was Carly coming back from I wonder when Mrs Hills saw her?”
“I’d guess she was coming from Hen’s Wood with a basket of hallucinogenic mushrooms.”
Barnes and Knowles drove almost due south along the Leicester Road and parked in front of the postbox. As they got out a tall, artificially blonde young girl tottered towards them on high heels talking into her mobile phone. She pressed the remote control of her car and then jumped into the red Ferrari parked next to Knowles’ Land Rover. She reversed into the road and roared off almost running the postman over in her haste.
A few seconds later a middle-aged lady in a bright blue cashmere cardigan came walking towards them.
“Was that Poppy Avon I heard accelerating away?”
“It was,” said Knowles, “did you want her for something?”
“Who’s Poppy Avon?” asked Barnes.
“She’s Lord Avon’s daughter and lives at Langstroth House,” said the lady indicating towards the chimneys that were visible through the trees. “She paid for her chewing gum with a 50 pound note and didn’t wait for her change because she was talking on her phone to her boyfriend and was so preoccupied that she forgot.”
“Looks like a spoilt brat to me,” said Knowles. “Anyway, it’s Mrs Jargoy isn’t it?”
“It is, Inspector Knowles, yes, how are you?”