By Peter Guttridge
First gripping secret within the Brighton Trilogy - July 1934. A woman’s torso is located in a trunk at Brighton railway station’s left baggage place of work. Her id is rarely proven, her killer by no means stuck. yet a person is protecting a diary . . . July 2009. formidable radio journalist Kate Simpson hopes to unravel the infamous Brighton Trunk homicide, and she or he enlists assistance from ex-Chief Constable Robert Watts, whose function within the fresh botched armed-police operation in Milldean, Brighton’s infamous no-go zone, fee him his activity. yet it’s just a topic of time earlier than previous and current collide . . .
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She went back down the stairs. She glanced down the corridor to the kitchen as if she could picture tomorrow’s headline there, printed in large letters on the fridge. Neatly alliterative: Massacre in Milldean. Finch and the other two policemen had gone. The body of the skinny man was still there. The pool of blood had spread wider across the floor, thick and syrupy, though other footprints had now joined her own. Finch and the others she assumed. She walked to the door of the kitchen and, crouching, peered under the cupboards.
My driver already had the address. En route I tried to get hold of William Simpson, the government adviser who had been my friend since childhood. He had been a spin doctor until the government had banned the term (though not the spinning). I left messages for him at home, at work and on his mobile. The Home Secretary and PM would need to be informed. I had the ear of the current government over my sincere belief that British policemen should be armed. Indeed, the government secretly favoured this policy, keen as it was to be seen as tough on crime – the tough-on-the-causes-of-crime part of the rubric of the previous government was long forgotten.
Another reason was because she didn’t want any kind of commitment. But that was another story entirely. For Jones to be smoking whilst attending a scene of crime meant he was still as hooked as ever. With the new DNA-based forensic examinations of crime scenes, inadvertent contamination was a real issue.