The Ring of Death (DCI Monika Paniatowski, Book 2)
The second in a new series featuring DCI Monika Paniatowski
Nothing could have prepared DCI Monika Paniatowski for this. It's not that the man's throat has been cut, or that he is naked, that shocks her—it's the way his corpse has been so carefully posed. Is the killer sending a message? If so, to who? Saddled with a colleague she doesn't trust, and watched by an old enemy, Monika realises that whatever the murderer's message is, he will not stop killing until she understands.
to keep herself above minor police wrangles, had her eyes firmly focused on the road. Paniatowski turned her attention back to Cousins. The sergeant was looking troubled. ‘Can I speak frankly, ma’am?’ he said earnestly. ‘Why not?’ Paniatowski asked herself. ‘If we’ve got problems, let’s get them out in the open.’ ‘Go ahead,’ she told the sergeant. ‘I don’t imagine you were exactly as chuffed as little apples when you heard I’d been assigned to your team,’ Cousins said. ‘Don’t you?’
yes, he does live in India Road.’ ‘Good,’ the Enemy said approvingly, as if, despite his initial reservations, he was now starting to consider Adair a promising pupil after all. ‘Next name?’ ‘John Bygraves.’ ‘John Bygraves of Waverley Avenue?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Adair sobbed. ‘It might be Waverley Avenue, but I just don’t know.’ ‘It’s Waverley Avenue,’ the Enemy said. ‘Next?’ Adair spilled out another twenty names before he finally said, ‘That’s it. I swear to you, that’s all of them.’ And
easily. ‘The problem is, you see, you look as if you’re on the way to a wedding.’ ‘And how should I look?’ ‘As if it’s not a suit you reserve for special occasions, but your normal working clothes – the rising young executive’s equivalent of a pair of overalls. You need to look at home in it, and you could start by loosening your tie a bit.’ Crane grinned, and loosened his tie. ‘Thanks, Sarge.’ ‘I’ve got another piece of advice for you, lad, totally unrelated to this surveillance,’ Cousins
do, under those circumstances, is to put in for a transfer and hope that, next time, you get a boss who’s worthy of you. But that’s not going to happen – not if DCI Paniatowski is the woman I think she is. Tell her, lad! Don’t blurt it out like it’s a confession – just tell her in a matter-of-fact sort of way. And I promise you, you won’t regret it.’ ‘Thanks, Sarge, I really appreciate you taking the trouble to talk to me like this,’ Crane said. Cousins shrugged. ‘It’s no trouble at all.
experience of serving at the sharp end in Northern Ireland.’ ‘Men like Andy Adair.’ ‘Yes, he was one of the instructors.’ ‘And that’s why he was killed?’ Forsyth sighed. ‘As I’ve told you at least a dozen times already, Monika, Adair’s death had nothing to do with the IRA.’ ‘Then who did kill him?’ ‘I really don’t know. But there must be plenty of people – people with no interest in politics at all – who would have wanted him dead.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because he was the kind of man who made enemies