Written In Blood

23-2

MITCHELL STOOD ON THE top step and watched as Zack Wild drove away. Only when the Land Rover had disappeared did he turn to the constable at his side.

“Do you want to tell me why you decided to invite yourself to sit in on Mr Wild’s statement, when you knew I wanted you researching him?” he asked, making no effort to hide the anger he was feeling.

Melissa looked thoroughly abashed, but also a little defiant. “After what happened at the interview last night, I thought it best if you had someone with you. I didn’t want that solicitor of Mr Wild’s to have a reason to cause trouble for you.” That was not the only reason she was there, it was not even the main reason, but it sounded good, and she hoped it would satisfy Mitchell. “She’s already threatened to do so.”

Mitchell was reluctant to accept that Melissa’s reason was valid, and instead said, “You’d better get back to your research, I want to know everything you can find out about Wild, everything, especially the details of those incidents that were in the summary of his personnel file. He’s clearly a violent person, but I want something that will connect him to the murders. And, if possible, I want you to find out what he’s done with that fancy sports car of his.”

Melissa had no idea how she was supposed to do that, but knew better than to waste her time saying as much. Instead, she nodded and made her way back into the station so she could get on with her work. She hoped that while she was looking into Wild’s life, she would come up with some inspiration for how to find the Aston Martin.