The Cedar Face: DI Jewell book 3 (DI Elizabeth Jewell) by Carole Pitt
Authors: Carole Pitt
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Elizabeth gave him a précis of her meeting, emphasising the forensic examination of the suspect's accounts.
Yeats was complimentary for once. 'Good work. I'm in the middle of a crucial review report. I'll be down as soon as I'm finished. In the mean time perhaps you could interview Ms Kilmartin. She's asked for a female officer. Tom informed me she didn't want a man to interrogate her. Those were her exact words.'
'I was about to visit a firm of accountants in Montpelier. I also need a couple of crime scene techs to go back to the Faraday warehouse for a final check.'
'Organise Ms Kilmartin first. As head of the art department, she 's our first priority. Most of those kids only came here to escape revising for their exams.'
So no empathy directed at the Grasmere students, why wasn't she surprised ? Since his arrival at Park Road, his arrogance seemed to be getting worse. He expected other people to treat him with respect, but wasn't prepared to reciprocate. From the beginning it was a matter of pride, defending her position and that of her colleagues against someone who didn't give a shit about anyone. Now that he had a prime suspect, she expected him to bulldoze his way through the Wilson case.
Elizabeth took stock. For all she disliked Yeats intensely, maybe it was in her best interests to co-operate from now on. If there was any chance of changing the status quo, she was going to have to work at it. Not continually bitch about the situation . Due to the constant disruptions, morale was at an all time low. They all needed a stable period.
'I believe the students came here because they respected Keith Wilson. Some of them are visibly upset about his death. They're also scared because we haven't caught his killer.'
Yeats moved closer, too close. For the first time Elizabeth became fully aware of his height and strength. As she backed away he tried to narrow the gap, his voice and body language threatening. 'I'm trying to work and you still bang on about trivialities while Ms Kilmartin is waiting to impart important information about Wilson. Don't keep her waiting.'
She steadied her breathing before speaking. 'Does this mean I'm back on the case?'
Yeats checked his watch . 'Unfortunately, I've no choice. Start by recruiting anyone capable of taking statements. As for the CPS suggestions, find someone else to follow that up.'
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Elizabeth found Patterson moving into his minute office space. She told him about Yeats's change of mind and asked him to organise the interviews while she dealt with Kilmartin.
The head of Grasmere's art department was heading for the main exit when Elizabeth caught up with her. Rather than subject the woman to one of the miserable interview rooms she suggested they walk to Montpelier. At Wetheralls wine bar Elizabeth chose an outside table and went inside to place the order .
When she got back, Jackie Kilmartin took out her cigarettes and offered one to Elizabeth. 'I shouldn't,' she said , but took one anyway.
'That was badly organised,' Jackie said .' I thought the police usually kept everything under control.'
Elizabeth took a drag from her cigarette. 'I'm not defending our reputation but we have had problems. We got a new boss in March who operates differently to his predecessor .'
'Is he the tall Irish bloke?'
Elizabeth nodded and sipped her coffee.' I don't mean to intrude but I sense you're bothered about something.'
Jackie wiped away a tear.
'Were you close to Wilson?'
Jackie shook her head .
'No romantic involvement? I meant with you working together, it sometimes happens.'
'He wasn't my type. Our relationship was actually quite bad. He'd worked at Grasmere longer than I had. When the post for the head of art came up, I applied for it knowing Keith wanted it badly. Now I feel so guilty about the way I treated him. He wasn't a bad person, he had some strange ideas but he was patient with the kids , he was a good teacher. He was
Elizabeth gave him a précis of her meeting, emphasising the forensic examination of the suspect's accounts.
Yeats was complimentary for once. 'Good work. I'm in the middle of a crucial review report. I'll be down as soon as I'm finished. In the mean time perhaps you could interview Ms Kilmartin. She's asked for a female officer. Tom informed me she didn't want a man to interrogate her. Those were her exact words.'
'I was about to visit a firm of accountants in Montpelier. I also need a couple of crime scene techs to go back to the Faraday warehouse for a final check.'
'Organise Ms Kilmartin first. As head of the art department, she 's our first priority. Most of those kids only came here to escape revising for their exams.'
So no empathy directed at the Grasmere students, why wasn't she surprised ? Since his arrival at Park Road, his arrogance seemed to be getting worse. He expected other people to treat him with respect, but wasn't prepared to reciprocate. From the beginning it was a matter of pride, defending her position and that of her colleagues against someone who didn't give a shit about anyone. Now that he had a prime suspect, she expected him to bulldoze his way through the Wilson case.
Elizabeth took stock. For all she disliked Yeats intensely, maybe it was in her best interests to co-operate from now on. If there was any chance of changing the status quo, she was going to have to work at it. Not continually bitch about the situation . Due to the constant disruptions, morale was at an all time low. They all needed a stable period.
'I believe the students came here because they respected Keith Wilson. Some of them are visibly upset about his death. They're also scared because we haven't caught his killer.'
Yeats moved closer, too close. For the first time Elizabeth became fully aware of his height and strength. As she backed away he tried to narrow the gap, his voice and body language threatening. 'I'm trying to work and you still bang on about trivialities while Ms Kilmartin is waiting to impart important information about Wilson. Don't keep her waiting.'
She steadied her breathing before speaking. 'Does this mean I'm back on the case?'
Yeats checked his watch . 'Unfortunately, I've no choice. Start by recruiting anyone capable of taking statements. As for the CPS suggestions, find someone else to follow that up.'
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Elizabeth found Patterson moving into his minute office space. She told him about Yeats's change of mind and asked him to organise the interviews while she dealt with Kilmartin.
The head of Grasmere's art department was heading for the main exit when Elizabeth caught up with her. Rather than subject the woman to one of the miserable interview rooms she suggested they walk to Montpelier. At Wetheralls wine bar Elizabeth chose an outside table and went inside to place the order .
When she got back, Jackie Kilmartin took out her cigarettes and offered one to Elizabeth. 'I shouldn't,' she said , but took one anyway.
'That was badly organised,' Jackie said .' I thought the police usually kept everything under control.'
Elizabeth took a drag from her cigarette. 'I'm not defending our reputation but we have had problems. We got a new boss in March who operates differently to his predecessor .'
'Is he the tall Irish bloke?'
Elizabeth nodded and sipped her coffee.' I don't mean to intrude but I sense you're bothered about something.'
Jackie wiped away a tear.
'Were you close to Wilson?'
Jackie shook her head .
'No romantic involvement? I meant with you working together, it sometimes happens.'
'He wasn't my type. Our relationship was actually quite bad. He'd worked at Grasmere longer than I had. When the post for the head of art came up, I applied for it knowing Keith wanted it badly. Now I feel so guilty about the way I treated him. He wasn't a bad person, he had some strange ideas but he was patient with the kids , he was a good teacher. He was
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