The woman walked forwards, staring up at the balcony. ‘Is that …?’
Ian snatched a hand axe from the wall. ‘You’ll put that down. Now!’
She pointed. ‘How did …?’
‘For God’s sake, woman, concentrate. You need to arrest Erskine, before he hurts someone.’
No response.
He followed the line of her finger, up to the balcony where … ‘Oh no.’
The First Assistant Keeper, Mr Fulton, was up there, slumped back against a stack of equipment. Face dark and swollen, eyes wide and bloodshot, mouth open, tongue thick and purple where it protruded. Dead. Definitely Dead.
Erskine stared. ‘Robert?’ Then snarled. Coming at Ian with hammer held high. ‘You!’
‘Oh no you don’t!’ Backing off, axe ready. ‘You killed him, Erskine. You cut the phone lines and you killed him.’
WPC Miller held up her hands. ‘All
