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Winsome thanked A
“Look, Winsome, I know how you feel. I feel just as bad. I’m sure Kelly thinks I’m the one who betrayed her trust. But DS Templeton was only doing his job. Superintendent Gervaise had asked him to check the girl’s story against her father’s and that was the way he did it. It might seem harsh to you, but it worked, didn’t it?”
“I can’t believe you’re defending them,” Winsome said. She took a gulp of vodka, then put the drink down on the table. “You weren’t there or you’d know what I’m talking about. No. I’m not working with him again. You can transfer me. Do what you want. But I won’t work with that bastard again.” She folded her arms.
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“I shouldn’t have made a promise I couldn’t possibly keep,” A
“Pardon me, Guv, but like I said, you weren’t there. Listen to me. He enjoyed it. Enjoyed every minute of it. The humiliation. Taunting her. He drew it out to get more pleasure from it. And in the end he didn’t even know what he’d done wrong. I don’t know if that’s the worst part of it all.”
“Okay, Winsome, I’ll admit DS Templeton has a few problems.”
“A few problems? The man’s a sadist. And you know what?”
“What?”
Winsome shifted in her chair. “Don’t laugh, but there was something… sexual about it.”
“Sexual?”
“Yes. I can’t explain it, but it was like he was getting off on his power over her.”
“Are you certain?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it was just me, reading things wrongly. It wouldn’t be the first time. But there was something really creepy about the whole thing, even when the girl was being sick-”
“Kelly was physically sick?”
“Yes. I thought I’d told you that.”
“No. How did it happen?”
“She was just sick.”
“What did DS Templeton do?”
“Just carried on as if everything was normal.”
“Have you told anyone else what happened?”
“No, Guv. I’d tell Superintendent Gervaise if I thought it would do any good, but she thinks the sun shines out of Kevin Templeton’s arse.”
“She does, does she?” That didn’t surprise A
“Anyway,” Winsome went on, “I don’t have to put up with it. There’s nothing in the book says I have to put up with behavior like that.”
“That’s true,” said A
“It does when you agree with what the book says.”
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“I liked Mr. Gristhorpe,” said Winsome. “He was old-fashioned, like my father, and he could be a bit frightening sometimes, but he was fair and he didn’t play favorites.”
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“Well, Gristhorpe’s gone and Gervaise is here,” said A
“You can stay at mine, if you like.” Winsome looked away. “I’m sorry, Guv, I don’t mean to be presumptuous. I mean, you being an inspector and all, my boss, but I’ve got a spare room. It’s just that it helps talking about it, that’s all. And I don’t know about you, but I feel like getting rat-arsed.”
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“No, you stay there. It’s my shout.”
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Monday, 22nd September, 1969
“But we’ve got no real evidence, Stan,” Detective Chief Superintendent McCullen argued on Monday morning. They were in his office and rain spattered the windows, blurring the view.
Chadwick ran his hand over his hair. He’d thought this out in advance, hadn’t done anything else but think it over, all night. He didn’t want Yvo