Crossing the Line (Kerry Wilkinson) Read Online Free PDF

rattling. ‘So you reckon Luke might have been the target?’
    Izzy asked.
    ‘Maybe. She had quite a story.’
    ‘So could she be involved, with an accomplice?’
    ‘I doubt it but check her out anyway.’ Jessica also asked Izzy to find some details on Michael
    Cowell, the candidate Luke beat in the election, and Debbie’s next-door neighbour. If in doubt, cover
    your own arse. ‘How’s the CCTV hunt going?’ she added.
    ‘How do you think? We’ve got a marginally better image from a camera just off the square but it’s
    still a fuzzy grey mess. The tech guys are going to see what they can do but we’ll probably end up
    with a slightly less fuzzy mess. Witnesses are a waste of time – and they’re the ones we can find.’
    ‘The Guv?’
    ‘He’s not left his office. One of the girls said she heard shouting and that when she walked past it
    looked like he was untying his shoelaces.’
    ‘I hope she bloody stopped him – we’ve got enough paperwork.’ Jessica continued to speak as she
    undid her seatbelt and leant across the passenger’s side to see what was going on with the unmoving
    dustbin lorry. It was apparently nothing, while there was now a string of traffic behind her. ‘The poor
    guy’s had a shite year since his missus left him. Every time we have a conversation, it’s about what an
    arse the super’s being – or how much of the budget he has to cut. Who’d be a chief inspector, eh?’
    ‘At least he’s not cleaning used johnnies out of plant pots.’
    ‘You heard about that?’
    ‘There’s a whole search team gunning for you.’
    ‘That’s what they’re getting paid for.’
    ‘Anything else?’
    ‘See what you can dig up about Debbie Callaghan’s father – he apparently died in prison twenty
    years ago. Got put away for holding up a post office. It’s probably nothing but you never know. Give
    it to Dave.’
    ‘He’s on holiday, remember?’
    Another long beep of the horn. ‘Still? How long’s he been gone? If he’s off for any longer, it counts
    as emigrating, doesn’t it?’
    ‘He only left four days ago.’
    ‘I thought it’d been quiet. Right, I’ve got a group of dustmen to kill—’
    ‘There’s one other thing. We’re still checking but there was a post on some anarchist web forum
    congratulating them for the success of the attack.’
    ‘That’s all we need. Isn’t there enough porn on the Internet to keep this lot occupied? What do the
    tech guys reckon – is it legit?’
    ‘Not sure, it could be a hoax or someone getting the wrong end of the stick. It relates to a group
    called Anarky.’
    ‘Spelled with a K-Y?’
    ‘Exactly, do you know them?’
    ‘I know a man who does. Well, either that or a certain pen-thieving PC has been answering the
    phones again.’
    4
    Jessica walked carefully through the tight streets of the Northern Quarter, just in case any of the
    search team were still out and wanting revenge. Stray carrier bags fluttered between the grimy
    buildings as the arctic breeze was joined by a thin film of mist, just to make the day even better. One
    lone police van was parked on the main through road but, aside from that, the back alleys were a mix
    of the usual shoppers who’d got lost and locals using the area as a shortcut and potential toilet.
    With its live music, pubs, cafes and independent shops – not to mention the ‘characters’ often found
    roaming the alleys along the backs of the main streets – the Northern Quarter provided its own unique
    form of entertainment.
    After one full circuit through the zigzagging maze of streets, Jessica had barely seen anyone, let
    alone the man she was looking for. It also looked like the search team had done quite the clean-up
    considering the general lack of rubbish and half-eaten abandoned takeaways that would usually be on
    the streets.
    Jessica returned to her car wondering what to do next when she figured there was no harm in trying
    the obvious. She headed towards a nearby pub and