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DEADLY REUNIONA Rafferty & Llewellyn crime novelGeraldine Evans
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Deadly reunion. (A Rafferty and Llewellyn mystery)
1. Rafferty, Joseph (Fictitious character)Fiction.
2. Llewellyn, Sergeant (Fictitious character)Fiction.
3. PoliceGreat BritainFiction. 4. Class reunions
Fiction. 5. Detective and mystery stories.
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ONE
P oisoned? Are you sure? Detective Inspector Joseph Rafferty regretted his rash query as soon as it left his mouth. For Dr Sam Dally let him have it with both barrels.
Of course Im sure. Would I be telling you the man was poisoned if I wasnt? I never question your professional judgement which was an out and out lie so Id thank you not to question mine. Conium Maculatum was what killed him. Or, to your uneducated ear, hemlock.
Hemlock?
Thats right. A very old-fashioned poison. Goes back to the ancient Greeks, so I believe. Maybe even further back. Now, is there anything else youd like to question while youre at it?
All right, Sam. Keep your hair on, said Rafferty. Which, given Sams rapidly balding pate, was another unfortunate slip of the tongue.
But this time it brought nothing more than the testy, Well? Is there anything else youd like to question my judgement about?
Rafferty felt given his mounting foot-in-mouth episode that a simple no would suffice.
Hmph. Dally sounded disappointed as if he was just in the right frame of mind to have another go. Ainsley had been dead between fourteen and sixteen hours before he was discovered. The first symptoms would have started after around half an hour. Hed have experienced a gradual weakening of muscles, then extreme pain and paralysis from the coniine in hemlock, the effects of which are much like curare. Its probable he went blind, but his mind would have remained clear till the end.
Christ. What a horrible way to go.
Yes. Death would be around three hours later from paralysis of the heart.
Is the poison likely to be self-inflicted?
Well, it wouldnt be my choice.
Nor mine, thought Rafferty. He couldnt believe that a sportsman like Adam Ainsley would choose such a way to go.
But figuring that outs your job, Rafferty. I suggest you get on with it.
Bang went the phone. Or it would have done but for the frustrations caused by modern technology, which didnt allow anything so satisfying.
Sam and Mary must have had a domestic this morning, Rafferty said to Sergeant Dafyd Llewellyn as he leaned back in the now shabby executive chair that Superintendent Bradley had decreed was the appropriate seating for his detectives. He just bawled me out something chronic.
Llewellyn, who had never been known to make an ill-advised remark, gave a gentle sigh. Dr Dally has never appreciated having his professional conclusions questioned. It was a gentle reproof, but a reproof nonetheless. You were talking about the body found in the woods, I presume?
Rafferty nodded. Adam Ainsley had been found in Elmhursts Dedman Wood around eight in the morning two days ago by a local woman walking her dog. There had been no visible signs of injury and it had been assumed the man had had a heart attack while out for too energetic a run; the tracksuit and trainers had suggested the possibility. Ainsley had been attending a reunion at Griffin School, an exclusive, fee-paying establishment for eleven to eighteen year olds situated two miles outside the Essex market town of Elmhurst, where Raffertys station was located.
Did I hear you mention hemlock?
Rafferty nodded. I thought that would make you prick up your ears. Thats what Sam reckons killed him. Said it goes back to your pals, the ancient Greeks.
Yes. According to Plato its what Socrates used to kill himself after he was sentenced to death. He drained the cup containing the poison and walked about until his legs felt heavy. Then he lay down and, after a while, the drug had numbed his whole body, creeping up until it had reached his heart.
Yeah, Sam said it was paralysis of the heart muscle that would have killed him. Sounds like hanging would have been quicker, even without an Albert Pierrepoint to work out the drop required. Anyway, enough of this classical Greek morbidity. Wed better get over to the school, said Rafferty. Can you get some uniforms organized, Dafyd? Ill go and tell Long-Pockets what Sam said and meet you downstairs.
Long-Pockets, otherwise known as Superintendent Bradley, was obsessed with the budget, in Raffertys opinion, hence the nickname. As far as he was concerned, crimes took what they took, in time, money and manpower.
The uniforms were quickly mobilized by the simple expedient of roistering those on refreshment breaks out of the canteen. After Rafferty had gone to see Bradley, he returned to his office and rang the school to let Jeremy Paxton, the headmaster, know the results of the toxicology tests and that they were on their way; that done, he went down to reception to meet up with Llewellyn and the woodentops and headed out to the car park.
The August day was gloriously fresh and bright, just as a summer day should be, with a light breeze, to stop it getting too hot, and a deep blue sky without a cloud in sight. Rafferty, Llewellyn and two of the constables, Timothy Smales and Lizzie Green, piled reluctantly into the car, which was as hot as Lucifers crotch as it had been standing in the sun. Rafferty, not a lover of air conditioning, which, anyway, would barely have started to work by the time they got to the school, wound his window right down and stuck his head out to catch the breeze.
The run out to Griffin School was a pretty one, past lush farmland, via roads overhung with trees whose leaves formed a soft green bower over the tarmac. On days like this, it felt good to be alive, though this latest suspicious death lowered his spirits a little. Winter was a more fitting season for death.