Yay, it’s Publication Day for ‘The Lies She Told. I loved writing this book and am so excited that Bloodhound Books accepted it. So, as a treat, I’m sharing the first chapter.
Enjoy.
Chapter One
July 2019: Stonesend, Oxfordshire
The day started like any other. No one could have predicted the tragedy that would later end it. It was just another summer’s day. There was no hint of danger in the air or the smell of evil. Life was as it always was. At precisely 8.45, Nat Gordon, the butcher, lifted his shop shutter revealing bloody lumps of meat and naked chickens hanging from hooks. Inside, it smelt of blood and sawdust, but its cool, tiled interior offered a refuge from the heat, which later would become unbearable, the sun beating down on the residents of Stonesend with unrestrained brutality. Even now, at nine in the morning, the mugginess was oppressive. Next to the butcher’s, the village newsagent opened its doors, fans were switched on, and windows were thrown open. Children, their tiny hands clasped by weary mothers, trotted towards the village primary school,
lingering for a few moments outside the shop, where the smell of liquorice and chocolate was difficult to resist. The school overlooked the playing fields, and here the mums would sit, chat, and smoke for fifteen minutes after dropping off their
offspring.
Beth Harper edged her car out onto the busy high street. The
humidity pressed down on her with a vengeance, and she wished
her car had air conditioning. She could feel her loose shirt
clinging to her back. The heat wasn’t helping her hangover in the
least. She shouldn’t have drunk so much at Geoff’s retirement do
last night, but it had felt good to finally let her hair down. It was
the first night in months that she hadn’t thought about Ben. Was
he thinking of her now, today, on their wedding anniversary?
‘Expect another sizzler,’ warned the Radio 1 DJ. ‘No end to
the heatwave yet. How are you all coping out there? Let us
know what you’re doing to keep cool. Phone us on….’
Beth switched o! the radio. She wasn’t coping, and the heat
was adding to her feelings of depression. She stopped the car
outside the newsagents, stepped past a group of youngsters who
had ignored the sign, ‘Two children at a time in the shop’, and
headed to the counter.
‘Don’t they teach you to read at school?’ she asked, pointing
to the sign.
‘Yes, but they don’t teach us maths,’ said one of the kids
cheekily.
She recognised him. It was Danny Carpenter.
‘Enough of your cheek, Danny.’ She smiled. ‘I know your
dad, remember.’
‘They’re no trouble,’ said Ron, the owner.
‘Don’t encourage them.’
She placed a packet of paracetamol and a bottle of water
onto the counter.
‘Feeling fragile, are we?’ asked Ron.
‘Geo! ‘s leaving do last night,’ she explained.
‘Yes, we heard all you law-abiding citizens living it up.
Almost called the cops, we did.’ He winked good-humouredly.
‘It’s going to be another hot one,’ she said, wiping the sweat
from her forehead.
Need some rain for my sweetpeas,’ grumbled Ron.
She drove slowly past the school and the cars parked on
double yellow lines and manoeuvred her car into the police
station car park. She swung the Polo around expertly and then
pushed her foot hard on the brake.
‘Who the…’
Some arsehole had parked in her space.
‘Shit. I don’t believe this,’ she groaned.
Like she wasn’t late enough. She parked behind the blue
Clio and hurried into the station. The air inside was cooler, but
not that much. Give her winter any day.
‘Okay, which one of you wankers parked in my space?’ she
demanded.
There was a deafening silence as her work colleagues
turned to look at her.
‘What? Why are you all looking at me like that?’
‘Good morning, Detective Sergeant Harper,’ said a voice
behind her.
She turned to her chief. Sweat trickled down her back. Why
weren’t the offices better air-conditioned?
‘Sorry I’m late, Sir. Gridlock outside the school,’ she lied.
Beth then noticed the dark-haired man standing beside the
Super. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. He
was looking at her intently.
‘I think the wanker might be me,’ he said.
Beth noted it wasn’t said with any kind of humour. Much to
her annoyance, she felt herself blush.
‘Well, that’s my parking space,’ she said defensively,
attempting to cover her embarrassment.
‘You missed the introductions, DS Harper,’ interrupted
Chief Superintendent Lewis. ‘This is DI Tom Miller. You’ll be
working together. He’s Geoff’s replacement.’
Beth could feel everyone’s eyes on her. DI Miller held out
his hand.
‘I’m looking forward to working with you,’ he said softly. ‘I
should warn you, I’m a stickler for punctuality.’
His dark brown sultry eyes met hers. Beth kept hers steady.
Tom Miller, where had she heard that name before? Beth knew
the face, knew the name. Then, she realised. Now she knew
why he looked familiar. He was even more handsome than he
had looked in the newspaper photos.
‘You’re joking, right?’ she exclaimed.
There were murmurs around the room. Christ, did they
have to do this in front of everyone?
The Chief Super’s lips tightened, and he said, ‘A word,
Detective Sergeant.’
He indicated his office, and Beth followed him in. ‘What’s
he doing here?’ Beth demanded as soon as the door closed.
‘Detective Sergeant Harper, I would request you keep your
voice down.’
‘You can’t be serious. Doesn’t he have a drink problem?’
‘Don’t you have a hangover?’
‘I don’t have one every day.’
‘He’s been transferred. He’s a good copper.’
‘Good coppers don’t mess up.’
‘Don’t they?’
‘Not as far as I’m concerned.’
‘He was under a lot of pressure.’
‘He left a crucial murder witness alone in a hotel room so he
could get a drink. Anything could have happened to her.’
‘We all know the story, Beth. He’s been transferred to a
quieter division.’
Beth shook her head in surprise.
‘A quieter division? Are we babysitters now? I could do the
job better.’
‘You had a chance to apply for the position. You chose
not to.’
‘My marriage had just fallen apart. I thought I wouldn’t be
up to it. But if I’d known alcoholics were eligible, I might have
thought twice…’
Chief Superintendent Lewis banged his hand down on the
table. Beth jumped.
‘Enough,’ he said. ‘He doesn’t drink now. Get over it, Beth.
You’ve got to work with him.’
‘Against my better judgement,’ she said.
‘We don’t make judgements. We try to be considerate.’
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘Because I knew you’d react like this.’
‘He’s fragile, Brian. How the hell can he be in charge?’
‘You’re dismissed, DS Harper.’
‘But…’
‘There is nothing else to discuss.’
Beth sighed and left the office. Miller was nowhere to be
seen.
‘In Geoff’s office,’ said Matt, nodding towards the door.
‘Didn’t anyone tell you? I thought you would have been the first
to know.’
Beth shook her head.
‘I didn’t apply for the position because I didn’t think a
broken person would be good for the job,’ she said miserably. ‘I
don’t believe this.’
‘I know,’ said Matt, tapping her gently on the arm.
Beth pulled o” her shoulder bag and hung it over her chair
before knocking on the DI’s door.
‘Come in,’ he called.
She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
It was strange seeing someone else behind Geo” ‘s desk. All the
familiar things she’d come to know over the years had gone. The
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timeless portrait of him and Tina, smiling with their two boys,
had always been a comfort, a reminder that even her boss was
human. There were no photos on the desk now.
‘I want you to know that I would have voiced my objections
had I known you were coming,’ she said bluntly.
His steady gaze met hers.
‘Thanks for telling me.’
‘You should know I’m not happy,’ she said.
‘I’d never have guessed.’
He didn’t get up from behind the desk.
‘I’m never late,’ she said defensively.
‘I’m pleased to hear that. Is that all?’
‘You’re in my parking space,’ she said and left the o!ce.
‘Being angry doesn’t suit you,’ said Matt as she sat at her
desk opposite him. She forced a smile; she wasn’t in the mood
for Matt’s chatter. His energy wore her out. It seemed endless
some days. He was young, and she felt ancient. He played for
the village rugby team and challenged everyone to a game of
squash except her. Everyone knew she only ran when chased
and avoided exercise in the same way she avoided church. For
all that, she managed to stay, as she would put it, ‘in good nick’.
She didn’t look thirty-“ve. At least, she hoped she didn’t. She
certainly felt more like seventy-“ve these days.
‘He’s in my bloody parking space,’ she said and then
laughed when she realised how ridiculous it sounded.
‘He’s going to “nd Stonesend a lot quieter than London.
He’ll probably go out of his mind with boredom and move on
before you know it,’ said Matt.
‘A quiet division was what they wanted for him, apparently.’
‘Can’t get quieter than here. Perhaps we should ask him to
come out for a drink tonight? Make him feel welcome. Cut him
a bit of slack, you know.’
‘I’m having dinner with my sister. It’s her birthday. Besides,
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don’t you think inviting an ex-alcoholic for a drink is rubbing
salt in the wound?’
‘It could be worse, you know’, smiled Matt.
‘Could it?’
‘It could have been a woman,’ he grinned.
‘Oh, sod o!,’ she said.
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