By Carol O'Connell
2010 Retail ePub
Police Detective Kathleen Mallory well-known the crime scene: sufferer striking, hair in mouth, fireplace burning. It occurred twenty-one years in the past, whilst Mallory was once a toddler. She additionally well-known the victim...
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Stay calm, make room for the photographer, it's just another case, there will be others, you didn't know her. There are other people who will grieve. Let's hope so. Gurvin stood by the well, smoking. He had been chain-smoking since the vehicles arrived. Now he turned around and looked at the men. He heard their voices: low, brisk, serious, with a degree of respect in their tone, for her, for Halldis. He wondered if she had ever pictured herself in her mind, the way he imagined old people did when they were approaching eighty and the end of their life.
Soft, slinky, poppy red. She had blond hair that tumbled around her ears. When she looked up and smiled, he was unprepared and nodded back stiffly. There was something familiar about her. She looked like the young officer at the station, the one whose name he could never remember. There was no drink in front of her on the bar. Apparently she hadn't got that far yet. Perhaps she was looking for her money. "Hello," he said, making his way to the bar. "It's hot today. " The words just popped out of his mouth.
She had enough to do just carrying out her task, and besides, the Creator might end up thinking that life was going too well, and for Halldis that would be an exaggeration. In her mind she set the table. Home-baked bread and her own brown whey cheese made from goat's milk. She straightened up. Several birds shrieked high above the trees, and she thought she heard a swishing sound and then something falling through the leaves. Then silence. She paused for a while and stared, stealing a few moments of rest and letting her eyes glide over the woods, where she knew every single tree.