Page 113 of Silent Scream
‘Broken fence panel is the perimeter breach.’ She pointed to the back door. ‘That’s the point of entry.’
‘Got it, Marm.’
She walked back to the front of the house to be greeted by Marta holding out a mobile phone.
‘Mrs Croft would like to speak to you.’
Kim took the phone. ‘Yes.’
‘Detective Inspector, I understand from Marta that there is considerable damage to my home.’
‘Not as much as there is to your husband.’
‘I’d like a further explanation as to what you are doing at my property. I specifically requested you were to be removed ...’
‘Russells Hall, if you’re interested,’ Kim said and switched off the phone.
She handed it back to Marta as Bryant exited the property.
‘Ready?’ he asked.
She nodded and they headed back to the car at the end of the drive.
‘You building bridges with Mrs Croft, eh, Guv?’
‘Oh, we’re just growing closer and closer all the time,’ Kim said dourly.
‘Where to now, Guv?’
‘Hollytree Estate,’ Kim said quietly. It was a task that could no longer be avoided. ‘We’re about to ruin one family’s day.’
Fifty-Seven
Bryant woundthe car through the maze of small streets to the triangle of high-rise buildings at the centre. The estate comprised a total of 540 dwellings with two key gangs responsible for instilling the required level of fear into the residents.
The ‘Deltas’ were a group of young men who hailed from the Dudley postcode. The 'Bee Boys' were from two streets over, where the Sandwell postcode began.
Bryant parked the car next to the playground. Although the area held a swing set, a see-saw and a few benches, the park had not seen a child in decades. It was known as ‘The Pit’ and it was where representatives from each group met and settled ‘business’. To Kim’s knowledge three bodies had been found in The Pit in the last two years and there had been no witness to any one of them.
By Kim’s count, almost seventy properties had a direct view of the area and still no one saw a thing.
Their access into Swallow Court was unfettered. Police presence, although unwanted, was not restricted. The community was closed off from the outside world and crimes that took place within the enclave were resolved in the enclave. Gang leaders were safe in the knowledge that any ordinary citizens would never speak openly to police.
‘Oh Lordy,’ Bryant offered, placing a hand over his nose. Kim had taken a good deep breath before entering the middle block. The foyer was dark and smelled of urine. The area was small and windowless. Two blown bulbs had not been replaced and the only source of illumination was one square ceiling grid shielding a yellowed strip light.
‘What floor?’ Kim asked.
‘Seven. Stairs?’
Kim nodded and headed to the foot of the stairwell. The lifts in these blocks were notoriously faulty and if they got stuck between floors it was unlikely anyone was coming to help.
Knackered or left for dead? It was an easy choice.
By the third floor Bryant had counted seven syringes, three broken beer bottles and two used condoms.
‘Now, who said romance is dead?’ he asked as they entered the lobby on the seventh floor. ‘Right there, Guv,’ Bryant said, pointing to flat 28C.
A fist mark was evident in the middle of a door that was opened by a girl Kim guessed to be three or four. She didn’t smile or speak and sucked juice from a baby bottle.
