Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 113.02

White walked several paces along the path and picked up a stick. He shortened it to a comfortable length by stepping on it and twisting, then used it to check beneath the vegetation. Behind him, Peters followed suit, choosing a parallel course several feet to the left.

They worked in silence for several minutes, travelling a hundred yards or so before White called a halt, turned and stepped six feet to his left. Peters travelled past him and began a new line. “I really don't see the point of this, sir. The Scene-Of-Crime Officers have been over this area with a fine-tooth comb.”

“We have two differing views of the SOCOs, I think.” White flashed him a grin. “Although just for a change, yours is the charitable one.”

“What do you mean, 'just for a change'? I'm always nice. Get on with everybody, I do.”

“Of course you are, sergeant. Flowing with the milk of human kindness, you are. Never a bad word to say about anyone. Traffic division, for example.”

“Traffic's different. They couldn't find their arse in the dark with both hands. Did you hear about Saunders yesterday?”

“No. What about him?”

“Fell asleep at the wheel. Drifted left and ploughed into a series of bollards on Bond Road. Could have been worse, mind. Nobody injured.”

“We all cock up somewhere. He'll never fall asleep at the wheel again.”

“He'd lose his driver status if it was up to me.”

“That's why you're a sergeant and not an inspector.”

“If you say so, sir.” Peters squatted. “Hello.”

“Found something?”

“Blood trail, sir. Animal, at a guess.”

“Follow it anyway. It might be connected.”

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