The Whitby Murders (A Yorkshire Murder Mystery) J. Ellis (distant reading TXT) đ
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On Monday morning things were back to normal at Harrogate HQ. Oldroydâs first task was to speak to Tom Walker. He sat in Walkerâs spartan office opposite his boss who was pleased to see him back. He regarded Oldroyd as a kindred spirit in the fight against managerialism and the business culture. Heâd been reading a report on his monitor and he took off his reading glasses.
âWelcome back, Jim. Iâve been following everything and youâve had a right do over there, havenât you?â
âAye, Tom, itâs took me to tâdoor and back as my granddad used to say.â
âRight,â said Walker, laughing, but then he went more serious. âI donât suppose I should be laughing when your lass was in such peril.â
âDonât worry, Tom. Sheâs safe and thatâs all that counts.â
âSo the murderer killed his own friends in order to get possession of a valuable painting?â
âHe did. He wanted the money so that he could pursue his own artwork without having to earn a living; thought he was some kind of genius.â
Walker grunted and shook his head. âDo you know Iâve been in this job for over forty years and youâd think Iâd have seen everything, but the depravity of some people still shocks me. Anyway, Stephanie Johnson was outstanding, I hear.â
âShe was. She saved my daughterâs life. Itâs as simple as that.â
âWell, sheâs always been a great asset to the force. Iâve thought so ever since she joined us as a young lass. With her and Carter, youâve got a great team.â
âThatâs what Iâve been telling everyone.â
Walker frowned ominously as he glanced with contempt at his computer screen. Oldroyd tensed himself for what was about to come.
âThis is what that fool Watkins can never grasp. Itâs the quality of the people in policing that matters not his bloody bureaucratic systems and stupid targets. Iâve just been reading his latest missive.â He jabbed at his screen. ââArtificial Intelligence: The Future of Policing?â The manâs off his bloody trolley! Does he think robots will be going around arresting people? Never mind artificial intelligence, Iâd like to see some real intelligence for once. He thinks heâs some kind of super brain sitting in his office looking into the future. The truth is, he hasnât got two brains cells to rub together. I mean . . .â
And off he went. Normally Oldroyd would have looked for an excuse to leave, but the old boy had been so generous and understanding towards to him recently that he indulged him once again.
When he was eventually released from Walkerâs rant, Oldroyd went straight back down to his office. The first person he saw was Andy.
âWelcome back,â he said. âAnd well done.â
âThanks, sir, but I donât think I did much to be honest.â
âYes, you did. Never despise the more menial tasks. Policing canât be exciting all the time and every scrap of effort contributes to the solving of the case. All those people needed to be followed up; that process of elimination is important.â
âIf you say so, sir,â replied Andy, smiling.
âAre we jealous of our partner, I wonder?â teased Oldroyd.
âOh no, sir, donât worry weâve talked about it. She was brilliant.â
âWhere is she, by the way?â
âRound there at her desk.â
âOkay. I must have a word.â
Oldroyd found Steph at her computer in the work area. âSteph, come in a minute, will you?â
She came in and they sat opposite each other. Oldroyd smiled at her and shook his head. She smiled back.
For a few moments he seemed at a loss for words.
âWhat can I say except âThank youâ? It doesnât seem anything like enough.â
âIâm pleased it all worked out well, sir, and that I played a part in it.â
ââPlayed a partâ? It was a bit more than that, I think. You saved my daughterâs life.â His voice broke and he looked away. Steph could see tears forming in his eyes.
âI was doing my job, sir, in the way youâve taught me over the years. So if I got it right, you should take some of the credit.â
Oldroyd laughed as he wiped his eyes with a tissue. âWell, thatâs super-modest, I must say. Iâm so proud of you. You took a risk in going it alone, but it was the right decision.â
âYou and Inspector Granger were too far away to be able to do anything and if Iâd been wrong it would have caused you so much distress for nothing.â
âAbsolutely. What put you on to what was happening?â
âLouise asked to borrow the keys to the flat, but she was very cagey about why she wanted to get in there. I just didnât like it, so I contacted Leeds police and arranged for surveillance of the flat. I had a second set of keys cut so we were able to get inside. At that point we were just going to see what happened. It could have been quite innocent. She may have just come to collect her books. But then you rang and told me about Morton coming to Leeds. We moved quickly into place and, sure enough, Louise arrived with Morton. They didnât know we were there, of course. I had to decide whether to go straight in and arrest him or not. I wasnât sure what weapons he had, so I decided it was safer to let them come into the flat. I was watching them from the door to the kitchen and when he got the cord round her neck, I knew you were right: he was the murderer and then we had to move and fast.â
There was a pause as they both contemplated that horrible moment again.
âYou worked it out and followed it through extremely well,â said Oldroyd. âYouâll be pleased to know that Inspector Granger has finished everything off.â He explained how the details of the investigation had been completed.
âHow is Louise,
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