Silent Scream: An edge of your seat serial killer thriller (Detective Kim Stone crime thriller series Book 1) by Angela Marsons
Authors: Angela Marsons
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kitchen. ‘No, I had something else in mind.’
‘Like what?’
‘A date.’
‘With you?’
He guffawed. ‘You wish.’
Kim laughed out loud.
‘You know, that’s a great sound. You should do it more often.’
Kim knew what was coming. ‘The answer is no.’
‘You don’t even know who.’
‘Oh yes I do,’ she offered, in pantomime fashion. She’d caught a glimpse of Peter Grant as she’d headed out of the station. As a prosecutor with the CPS their paths still crossed but she had avoided a full conversation since the break-up.
Bryant sighed. ‘Come on, Kim. Give him a chance. He’s miserable without you. And you’re even more miserable without him.’
Kim weighed it up and answered honestly. ‘No, I’m really not.’
‘He loves you.’
Kim shrugged.
‘And you were different when the two of you were together. I wouldn’t say happy but perhaps more tolerable.’
‘I’m happier now.’
‘I don’t believe you.’
Kim poured coffee for both of them and they returned to the lounge.
‘Look, Kim, I’m sure he’s sorry for whatever he did wrong.’
Kim doubted that; because the truth was, Pete hadn’t done anything wrong. It was her. It was always her.
‘Bryant, how long had Peter and I been seeing each other?’
‘Almost a year.’
‘And how many times do you think he stayed over?’
‘Quite a few.’
‘Yep, and do you want to know what lead to that final argument?’
‘If you wanna share.’
‘Only so you’ll get off my back. I finished it because one morning he didn’t take his toothbrush with him.’
‘Are you kidding?’
Kim shook her head, remembering the day when he’d left for work and she’d gone into the bathroom to see it there, brazenly lying next to hers. No crime scene had ever induced that level of horror.
‘I realised that if I’m not prepared to share a toothbrush glass, I’m not prepared to share much of anything else.’
‘But surely you could have worked it out.’
‘Jesus, this is not Blind Date and you’re not Cilla Black. Some people are meant to find a soul mate and live happily ever after. And some people are not wired that way. That’s all.’
‘I just want you to have someone in your life that makes you happy.’
‘Do you think it’ll make me any less difficult to work with?’ Kim asked, signalling that the conversation was over.
He got it. ‘Bloody hell – if it was that easy, I’d move in here myself.’
‘Yeah, well, make sure you don’t leave your toothbrush.’
‘No, I’ll just bring the glass I put my teeth in at night.’
‘No, really, stop there.’
Bryant finished his coffee. ‘Alright, enough foreplay. We both know why I’m here. Are you gonna show it to me or not?’
‘Well ...’
‘Come on, enough with the teasing.’
She jumped up and headed out to the garage. Bryant was no more than two steps behind.
She took her treasure from the workbench and turned to face him. She tenderly peeled back the cotton pillowcase protecting it from the temperature.
Bryant stared in wonder at the motorcycle fuel tank. ‘Original?’
‘Oh yes.’
‘It’s a beauty. Where did you get it?’
‘eBay.’
‘May I?’
Kim passed it to him. She’d spent six weeks trawling the internet for the 1951 model. Far easier to find were parts for the 1953 model and upwards. But she’d never done easy.
Bryant caressed the rubber knee pads fitted on each side of the tank and shook his head. ‘Beautiful.’
‘That’s enough, give it back.’
Bryant handed it to her and walked slowly around the motorbike. ‘Wasn’t this the model Marlon Brando rode in The Wild One ?’
Kim jumped up and sat on the workbench. She shook her head. ‘Nineteen-fifty.’
‘Are you ever gonna ride this bike?’
She nodded. The Triumph would be her therapy. The Ninja was a rush, a challenge. Riding it satisfied a need deep within her, but the Thunderbird was a thing of beauty. Just being near it transported her back to the only
‘Like what?’
‘A date.’
‘With you?’
He guffawed. ‘You wish.’
Kim laughed out loud.
‘You know, that’s a great sound. You should do it more often.’
Kim knew what was coming. ‘The answer is no.’
‘You don’t even know who.’
‘Oh yes I do,’ she offered, in pantomime fashion. She’d caught a glimpse of Peter Grant as she’d headed out of the station. As a prosecutor with the CPS their paths still crossed but she had avoided a full conversation since the break-up.
Bryant sighed. ‘Come on, Kim. Give him a chance. He’s miserable without you. And you’re even more miserable without him.’
Kim weighed it up and answered honestly. ‘No, I’m really not.’
‘He loves you.’
Kim shrugged.
‘And you were different when the two of you were together. I wouldn’t say happy but perhaps more tolerable.’
‘I’m happier now.’
‘I don’t believe you.’
Kim poured coffee for both of them and they returned to the lounge.
‘Look, Kim, I’m sure he’s sorry for whatever he did wrong.’
Kim doubted that; because the truth was, Pete hadn’t done anything wrong. It was her. It was always her.
‘Bryant, how long had Peter and I been seeing each other?’
‘Almost a year.’
‘And how many times do you think he stayed over?’
‘Quite a few.’
‘Yep, and do you want to know what lead to that final argument?’
‘If you wanna share.’
‘Only so you’ll get off my back. I finished it because one morning he didn’t take his toothbrush with him.’
‘Are you kidding?’
Kim shook her head, remembering the day when he’d left for work and she’d gone into the bathroom to see it there, brazenly lying next to hers. No crime scene had ever induced that level of horror.
‘I realised that if I’m not prepared to share a toothbrush glass, I’m not prepared to share much of anything else.’
‘But surely you could have worked it out.’
‘Jesus, this is not Blind Date and you’re not Cilla Black. Some people are meant to find a soul mate and live happily ever after. And some people are not wired that way. That’s all.’
‘I just want you to have someone in your life that makes you happy.’
‘Do you think it’ll make me any less difficult to work with?’ Kim asked, signalling that the conversation was over.
He got it. ‘Bloody hell – if it was that easy, I’d move in here myself.’
‘Yeah, well, make sure you don’t leave your toothbrush.’
‘No, I’ll just bring the glass I put my teeth in at night.’
‘No, really, stop there.’
Bryant finished his coffee. ‘Alright, enough foreplay. We both know why I’m here. Are you gonna show it to me or not?’
‘Well ...’
‘Come on, enough with the teasing.’
She jumped up and headed out to the garage. Bryant was no more than two steps behind.
She took her treasure from the workbench and turned to face him. She tenderly peeled back the cotton pillowcase protecting it from the temperature.
Bryant stared in wonder at the motorcycle fuel tank. ‘Original?’
‘Oh yes.’
‘It’s a beauty. Where did you get it?’
‘eBay.’
‘May I?’
Kim passed it to him. She’d spent six weeks trawling the internet for the 1951 model. Far easier to find were parts for the 1953 model and upwards. But she’d never done easy.
Bryant caressed the rubber knee pads fitted on each side of the tank and shook his head. ‘Beautiful.’
‘That’s enough, give it back.’
Bryant handed it to her and walked slowly around the motorbike. ‘Wasn’t this the model Marlon Brando rode in The Wild One ?’
Kim jumped up and sat on the workbench. She shook her head. ‘Nineteen-fifty.’
‘Are you ever gonna ride this bike?’
She nodded. The Triumph would be her therapy. The Ninja was a rush, a challenge. Riding it satisfied a need deep within her, but the Thunderbird was a thing of beauty. Just being near it transported her back to the only
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