Tags:
detective,
thriller,
Crime,
Mystery,
Humour,
Police,
funny,
serial killer,
Investigation,
Comedy,
Violence,
whodunit,
black country,
Dedley,
Brough,
Miller,
West Midlands,
zoo,
zorilla
accentuated by his white vest. His muscular thighs strained against the confines of his red swim shorts. He was watching the people in the pool like a hawk - and they were the prey. He looked ready to swoop and snatch someone from the water at any second, although the couple of saggy pensioners doing laps with polystyrene floats seemed to be doing fine.
âCor!â said Miller, taking a seat without taking her eyes from the window. âHeâs a bit of all right.â
Brough spared her a withering glance that went unnoticed. âDonât be so sexist, Miller.â
Miller laughed. âThatâs rich coming from you!â
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âOh - never mind. But you have to admit he is as fit as. Iâve always liked a swimmerâs build, havenât you?â
âWell...â Brough shifted uncomfortably. He did not want to talk about his taste in men with Miller of all people. He was spared by an urgent buzz from his smartphone. His face lit up to match the screen when he saw who was calling.
âOscar!â he gasped, standing up. âHow lovely!â
He walked away from the table and out of Millerâs earshot.
Millerâs shoulders slumped. Her own phone hadnât rung for a long time; she couldnât remember when. Not a personal call, at any rate. And certainly not a lover. Although she had enjoyed a protracted exchange with some bloke who was trying to get her to switch energy providers the other night.
She warmed her hands around the coffee cup and gazed absently at the lifeguard.
Perhaps I should chuck myself in, she mused. At least that way Iâd get picked up. Might even get the kiss of life...
âStop staring, Miller,â Brough returned, grinning like the cat that had got both the cream and the canary.
âAll right, is he?â Miller nodded at Broughâs mobile. He pocketed it quickly.
âFine and dandy. Wants me to fly out for the weekend. I canât wait to see him.â
âYou canât,â said Miller.
âOh, heâs paying.â
âNo, I mean, weâve got a case on. Wheeler will never allow it.â
âFuck Wheeler.â But Brough knew Miller was right. All the more reason to bring this case to a swift resolution.
Down at the high chair, a changing of the guard was under way. Angular Darren was relinquishing his seat to a collection of sticks in a baggy tracksuit and glasses like jam jars.
âIsnât he more your type?â Brough teased. Miller showed him her tongue.
The receptionistâs Dedley accent crackled through the air. âDarren to the Olympus bar, please. Darren to the Olympus bar.â
âTenner says heâs gay,â said Brough.
âNot everyoneâs gay,â said Miller. âYouâre on.â
They watched the lifeguard bound nimbly up the stairs, taking two, sometimes three, at a time. He greeted the detectives with a broad and perfect smile, a lighting flash of white.
âWho wants me?â he said. He wasnât out of breath in the slightest.
Brough and Miller couldnât help smiling back in admiration. Miller flashed her i.d.; Brough handed over his card.
The lifeguardâs brow crinkled but only slightly. âCops? Oh dear, what have I done this time?â He laughed and Brough and Miller found they were laughing too.
âWe havenât come for you, sir,â said Brough.
âWell, we have,â Miller nudged him. âIn a sense.â
The lifeguard held out his arms, wrists together as though ready for handcuffs. âIâll come quietly,â he grinned, and then with a wink added, âunless your neighbours donât mind a bit of noise.â
Miller blushed. Brough forced himself not to lick his lips.
Darren Bennett laughed again. He was used to having this effect on people and he loved it. âPlease,â he gestured to a nearby table. âTake the weight off and
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