Poisoned Blue (Jamie Stanley Crime Scene Investigation Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

“See that house over there, two from the end? They told me about it.
We all thought it was weird at the time.”
    “Thanks,”
Jamie said, writing in her notebook.
    “Now that
really is all I know.”
    Jamie said
goodbye and crossed the road to join Danny before he went into the house second
from the end that the lady had pointed out.
    “Looks like
you’re having more luck than me,” Danny complained. “All three of the houses
I’ve been to are either empty or the owners say they know nothing about the
couple and moan about the state of the house.”
    Jamie gave him
a rundown of what the lady had told her.
    “Well the
reason no one opened the door was, because there was no one there to open it.
The wife was probably already dead and the husband was away.”
    “But, who was
the girl?”
    “Beats me.
Maybe we should have another look around the house.”
    After going
back to the station to pick up the keys, Danny and Jamie went to look around
the Longacres’ house to see if there was anything they’d missed.
    “The tidiness
of this house still spooks me,” Jamie said. “The only time I’ve seen a house
look anywhere near this tidy is when my nan’s coming to stay. Mum always goes
into ultra tidy mode when Nan’s due a visit or when she’s nervous about
something.”
    “What did you
just say?” Danny looked at her expectantly.
    “The tidiness
of this house–”
    “No. Not that
bit, the bit about your nan coming to visit or your mum being nervous. Maybe
she was worried about seeing that girl the neighbour told us about.”
    “We didn’t go
upstairs the last time we were here. Maybe there’s a laptop or something up
there that could give us some clues.”
    As they walked
through the house and up the stairs, they looked out for any photographs in
frames but the only ones they could see were of Sara and Neil.
    Upstairs was a
lot different from downstairs. The beds were unmade and clothes were covering
most of the floor in, what they assumed was, the master bedroom.
    Danny kicked
the clothes aside with his foot to see if there was anything underneath them.
There wasn’t.
    “How many
households these days don’t own a laptop or computer?”
    Jamie
shrugged. “I suppose the husband will have his laptop with him. Maybe they
share a laptop.”
    “What about a
work computer?” Danny asked, seeing a card with Sara’s name on it on the
bedside table.
    “Sara
Longacre. Pass 163. ABC Productions,” Jamie read out. They’d forgotten to ask
the husband where she worked the last time they’d met. He’d been in such a
hurry. “Have you ever heard of ABC Productions?”
    “Yes. It’s a decent
sized company. Supplies all the local schools with equipment. The office is
quite a way away though, no wonder she’d always left for work by the time the
cleaner got here.”
    There was a
bang downstairs. Jamie and Danny stood up straight.
    “You stay
here,” Danny instructed.
    “I’m not
staying here.”
    Danny
shrugged, now wasn’t the time to argue. “Stay behind me then.”
    From the
stairs they could see someone walking about downstairs. The intruder was a
blonde lady, about five foot two, dressed head to toe in black. Her hair was
down, blocking out their sight of her face.
    She was
walking through the living room when she spotted them on the stairs. Part of
Jamie wished she’d stayed out of sight in the master bedroom.
    “You do realise
this is a crime scene?” Danny said.
    “A what?”
    “A crime
scene. Who are you and what are you doing here?” He was getting fed up.
    “I’m Marion,
the cleaner.”
    “No you’re
not. We’ve met Marion and you’re not her. Even if you were her you’re not
allowed in here.”
    The lady
looked towards the front door and started to run. Danny followed after her. He
tripped on the bottom step of the stairs and started falling, head first
towards the front door.
    “Danny,” a
voice screamed, which Jamie realised must have been her voice although she
didn’t