The desk sergeant had informed Platt of the call that had come in from the Freeman residence. Platt roared with rage and kicked a wall, he’d had enough of this case already. He preferred simple murders, suicides, sudden deaths. This was turning him grey, or bald. Platt got the urge to send a couple of uniforms over just to secure the scene. He’d have to warn off CSU and try and find another GP who could sign off the time of death before they found a new pathologist. The whole thing was a bloody mess, no doubt about that.
Platt grabbed a uniformed officer to take him round to the Freeman place. There was no point waiting for Elford and Summers; he knew they would be some time yet. The young PC drove in silence while Platt closed his eyes and let himself drift off in his thoughts. It was a
