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.
When Knowles and Barnes arrived at Scoresby station Knowles left the shoes and belt in the lab for the forensic pathologist to examine. They transferred to Barnes’ shiny sports car and headed back to Goat Parva on the Leicester Road. As they were about to turn into the Baker-Clements’ drive Knowles saw a photographic tripod set up by the side of the road.
“Just pull into the drive Barnesy and stop – I want to see if that’s anything to do with Barry Janus – I’d like to talk to him.”
Barnes did as he was told and waited for Knowles to return. After a couple of minutes Tim Armstrong came pedalling up the drive looking rather pleased with himself. Barnes lowered the window and waved to the postman to stop.
“Are the Baker-Clements in?”, he asked.
Tim Armstrong stopped smiling and got off his bike.
“I am not sure – I just deliver the post you know and don’t wait around.”
“We saw you earlier, about two hours ago, outside the post office and you were heading this way at that time. That girl Poppy Avon almost knocked you off your bike.”
“Are you sure it was me?”
“How many postmen does this place have?”
“Might be an impersonator – there’s so much fraud around these days, bogus this and bogus that you can never be sure.”
“I am sure it was you.”
“Don’t forget I don’t just deliver in Goat Parva, I also go to Goat Magna, Melton Lonsdale, Frixton, and Madeley Waterless.”
“Those last two are hamlets with about sixteen people living there. Goat Magna is smaller than Goat Parva now after the mine closed and Lonsdale is mainly second homes.”
“That’s all true but there are still deliveries to be made there. Anyway, I should be going I have a Family Planning event to go to.”
Barnes nodded his consent and looked in the rearview mirror to see Knowles heading his way.