No Hiding Place: An edge of your seat mystery/thriller. (DI Sally Parker thrillers Book 2) by M A Comley Page A

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monster in our midst attacking women on country roads at night,
maybe it would be wise for you to warn the general public via the
media,” Simon suggested.
    “Thanks, Simon. The matter is
in hand.”
    “Glad to hear it. Speak
soon.”
    Sally hung up just as Jack
appeared in the doorway. “Everything all right, boss?”
    “I think the case just got
interesting. Gemma Whiting was pregnant. By the way her husband
reacted, I don’t think he knew. Do you?”
    Jack inclined his head. “What
are you getting at, boss?”
    “I’m not sure just yet. It’s
all going round in my mind at the moment. Let’s see what Colin
Whiting has to say when he visits later. Something tells me he
might have an inkling about the pregnancy.”
    “Whoa, you think the
brother-in-law knows but not the husband? That whiffs of them
having an affair then.”
    “Let’s not jump to any wayward
conclusions just yet. I need to get in touch with the media. Is
Stuart back yet?”
    “Nope. Want me to chase him
up?” Jack walked into the office and placed a sheet of paper on the
desk in front of her. “The next of kin details for Julie Smith you
wanted.”
    “Thanks. The tasks are mounting
up already, aren’t they? Okay, get in touch with Stuart. Maybe try
and find a few properties that are owned by Hew and see if we can
track him down that way. Does he work from an office? I’m not sure
property developers do that even. Try and track one down if you
can.”
    “Yes, boss.”
    Jack left the office, and Sally
immediately picked up the phone to call her contact at the TV
station. “Hi, Georgia. It’s DI Sally Parker. Any chance I can ask a
favour?”
    “Sure, Inspector. What do you
need?”
    “A slot on today’s news would
be good.” Sally crossed her fingers tightly and waited for the
woman’s response.
    “Let me take a look at today’s
schedule, see what I can do. What’s the case?”
    “There are two actually. One
murder and one violent assault, which has left the victim in an
unconscious state in hospital. That’s why it’s urgent to inform the
public. It needn’t be a conference.”
    “Okay, well, that alters
things. I can send a reporter over this afternoon, or you could
just give me the details, and I’ll go from there. You know I’ll
treat each case sympathetically.”
    Sally nodded. “That’s why I
only tend to deal with you, Georgia.” She gave the woman the
details of both cases, emphasising the need to issue a warning to
the other womenfolk in the immediate area about the dangers of
going out at night alone.
    “That’s fantastic. I’ll run it
tonight on the evening news. What about the newspapers? Are you
going down that route, too?”
    “Yep, I’m just about to contact
a journalist I know now. Thanks for your help, Georgia. I
appreciate it.” Sally hung up and flicked through the pages of the
contacts notebook she kept tucked safely in her desk drawer and
prodded her finger at the name Phil Edmunds. She dialled his mobile
and tapped her pen while she waited for him to answer the call.
    “Yep.”
    “Phil? It’s DI Sally Parker. Do
you have a minute?”
    “For you, darling,
anytime.”
    “Still practicing your
charm-school chat-up lines, I see.” Sally laughed.
    “I take it I’ve screwed up
again. Seriously, what’s up, Sally?”
    “Keep trying. One of these days
I might bow to your pressure and let you buy me dinner.”
    “Wow, really? Cool.”
    “Back to business. I’ve got two
cases that I need you to treat as high priority. Can you do that
for me?”
    “Of course. Let me grab a pen,
and I’ll take down the details. I can probably get it in my column
either today or tomorrow. Will that suit you?”
    “That would be ace, Phil.
You’re a star.” She ran through the details of both cases then
ended the call with a satisfied smile.
    “I take it that went well,”
Jack asked from the doorway.
    “I love it when things slot
into place as intended. If only that could be said about solving
Gemma’s