Page 112 of Silent Scream
Kim studied the row of fencing that bordered the bottom of the property. Every ten feet was a conifer tree that rose fifteen feet into the air. Most of the trees stood centre panel; except the fourth tree along.
Its three feet width hid a fence panel and post. She strode 100 feet to the bottom of the garden and used her index finger to push the panel lightly. It moved under her touch and Kim saw that the fence panel was no longer attached to the post.
Kim heard footsteps running around the side of the house.
‘Marm?’ an officer called out.
She stepped out from behind the tree, demonstrating the cleverness of the entry point and possible hiding place.
‘What can I do, Marm?’
‘Guard that back door. Don’t let anyone near it.’
He nodded and stood before the door, facing outwards.
Kim went back behind the conifer and pushed the fence again. It moved easily and offered a gap that was easy enough to slip through.
‘Damn it,’ she said. This bastard was clever. She stepped away and moved back into the garden to ensure she did nothing further to impede any evidence collection.
She climbed up on the swing set as she heard sirens speed up the drive and stop at the front door.
She looked over the fence to see that the ground on the other side formed a steep bank that led down into the back end of a trading estate. Beyond that was a housing estate that was a warren of streets, gulleys and dead ends.
A bit like this bloody case, Kim thought as she got back down to the ground.
Kim slowly walked the line from the broken fence panel to the rear door looking to the left and the right.
She came to a stop four feet away from the police officer.
‘How are you doing, today, Marm?’
Kim opened her mouth to ask him how the hell he thought she was doing when she recognised him as the constable Bryant had spoken to the other day. And he was doing exactly what he'd been told to do, which was engage her in conversation.
Kim rolled her eyes, shook her head and headed to the front of the building. Bryant stood out front watching as the rear doors of the ambulance closed.
‘Well?’
‘Still breathing, Guv. The knife’s still in him. Paramedics don’t want to remove it until they get a look at what its holding together. Perversely, it might be the intended murder weapon that’s currently keeping him alive.’
‘Oh, the irony,’ she said, sitting on the stone steps.
‘And here comes the help,’ Bryant said as a Vauxhall Corsa came to a screeching halt on the gravel. The woman they knew to be Marta got out of the car. Her face was devoid of colour.
‘What ... what ...’
Kim remained sitting but Bryant moved towards the young girl.
‘Mr Croft has been seriously injured. You need to contact his wife and advise her to get to the hospital as quickly as possible.’
She nodded and stumbled inside.
Two more squad cars squealed into the drive, followed by the SOCO van.
‘I dunno,’ Bryant said, as Kim got to her feet, ‘coppers are like buses. One minute there’s none and then ...’
‘Sergeant Dodds,’ said a burly officer with his hands inside his stab vest. Bryant took him to the side to explain the scene while Kim grabbed the first SOCO officer that got out of the van.
‘Follow me,’ she said, without introduction. She travelled around the side of the house and took the tall blond male to the bottom of the garden. She pointed behind the tree.
