Chapter Nineteen – DCI BeckleyBoxing Day 2015
The Riverside Centre is second home to me. The autopsy process was delayed yesterday due to the frozen condition of the body and now Delaney, Shelton, Foster, Richardson and I are dissecting a corpse on Boxing Day.
I should be exhausted and bloated from over-indulging on roast turkey, all the trimmings and copious amounts of wine. Instead, Christmas dinner consisted of a packet of crispy bacon Wheat Crunchies and a bottle of Coke.
Strangely, I have no appetite today, studying the bludgeoned body laid out before us. Oddly, the press isn't aware of this latest kill. But I'm grateful. I'd rather keep it that way, for as long as possible.
“There's positional blanching on her back, indicating her body lay pressed on her spine for around 12 hours
