Twenty-Six
Carl’s smartphone vibrated in his pocket as he made his way around the supermarket, dropping the items on Nina’s list into his trolley. He looked at the information displayed on its screen. The caller was DCI Rankin. Something had to have happened for the chief to be calling him on his rostered day off.
‘Hi, Chief.’
‘Hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time, Carl.’
Carl pushed his trolley into a quiet corner, away from other shoppers.
‘Just doing the shopping, Chief. What’s up?’
‘We’ve got a body on the South Coast, on the beach at Carrick.’
Carl didn’t think that was so out of the ordinary. ‘Why are we interested? Can’t the locals handle it?’
‘It’s Peter Walker, Carl, and he didn’t drown.’
Harry parked the car outside the Tuscan style villa Peter Walker had built on the
