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    A Killer Returns
    A Killer Returns
    A Killer Returns
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    A Killer Returns

    By Allan McLeod

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    Jacobs’s day took a sharp turn south when just before he was about to finish work a body turns up. Mere hours later he is horrified to find out that a murder case that was never solved has just come back to haunt him. With his relationship with his boyfriend under strain and a homicidal lunatic killing people left, right and centre all he can do is hope he and his partner Sally can catch him before many more people die. Set on Teesside, this fast paced novelette is exciting and has several fascinating plot twists leading to an exciting conclusion.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAllan McLeod
    Release dateDec 19, 2013
    ISBN9781311823885
    A Killer Returns
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    Allan McLeod

    Allan McLeod was born in June 1988 and lives in Middleborough, in the UK. He is an honours graduate of the Open University, England and he has also studied at the University of Worcester and Inverness College of the University of the Highlands and Islands. He has higher educational qualifications in Natural & Health Sciences as well as Managing Care.Allan now writes in the fields of social sciences and fiction. His interests are socializing, writing and personal fitness, including running and cycling.

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      A Killer Returns - Allan McLeod

      The adventures of Dr Jacob R. Roberts & DSI Sally A. Williams: A killer returns

      A. J. McLeod

      Copyright Allan McLeod Online 2013

      Smashwords Edition

      Find me online at

      www.allanmcleod.co.uk

      First Published in 2013 by Allan McLeod Online

      Authored by A. J. McLeod

      The right of Allan McLeod to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents act, 1998

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior permission in writing from the author

      All characters and events portrayed in this book are entirely fictitious and the product of the authors imagination. Any resemblance or similarity to any person living or dead is entirely accidental, coincidental and unintended.

      Any reference to any agency, organisation or group was done for the benefit of the books storyline and was not intended to reflect the operational objectives of these agencies, organisations or groups

      Dedicated to Ryan; thanks for posing for the front cover

      Chapter 1 – A trying evening

      Jacob was absolutely knackered. He had been just about to clock off at work when a call had come in from a cop car who had found a mangled body thrown in a beck by a roadside on a country lane and he needed a doctor to call time of death so that the forensic team could move in. He ran his hand through his dark wavy hair and ran his hand thought his short stubble and set off out to his car. He jumped into his dark green car in the car park – he punched in the OS grid reference he had been given into the cars satnav and set off for the crime scene.

      He had no idea why the doctor from the Skelton station couldn’t take the call – he was much closer than Jacob was based down the road in Guisborough, but oh-well.

      So Jacob drove to the scene in an otherwise idyllic spot in the North Yorkshire moors and when he turned up he pulled up and got out of the car and had the constable at the scene direct him to the body. The spot where the body was at was a metre away from the road. The beck was shallow and from where Jacob was stood he could just about see the coastline from where they were through a gap in the trees.

      When he got to the body he made sure the victim was dead, not a difficult deduction as he had a gash across his chest. The body was of a man, white in his mid to late twenties by the look of him. His hair was black and he had about two days’ worth of stubble covering his chin. He was so pale from blood loss that he’d seen snowmen with a better suntan than this guy, and the body was in full rigour-mortis. Just for the sake of being professional he placed the back of his hand a few inches above the victim’s mouth and when he had confirmed the man was not breathing by placing his hand against his mouth he checked for a pulse; first the radial artery in his wrist and then the carotid artery in his neck – as Jacob expected – the man was as dead as he looked.

      He told the constable at the scene, a young, tall and strawberry blonde PC called Lisa Garret who he had worked with a few times before that the forensics lot could move in and got in his car and drove back to the station.

      There he sat behind his desk and filled out the ridiculously long report and sent it to the relevant people. And as usual this frustrated him because like always he could summarise what happened in under thirty words: ‘arrived at the crime scene at 19:45, found the victim, determined the cause of death as chest wound, probably murder, left the scene at 19:57, stopped for coffee and scones on the way back, signed Dr Jacob R. Roberts, M.B.’: if only.

      Nothing he ever put in the preliminary reports ever got read anyway, it couldn’t be used as evidence unless there were glaring differences between his and later findings, so what was the point? Everything had to be confirmed by a pathologist at the hospital in Middlesbrough or at the county coroner’s office so it really was just wasted labour.

      As it was it had to be done however so at half past ten he pulled into his parking space beneath the apartment block he lived in, several hours later than he had hoped; again, and once again he was far too exhausted to want to do anything. So he walked upstairs after taking his shoes off and hanging his bomber jacket on the back of the front door. His boyfriend was already asleep in the first floor apartment’s bedroom – and their dog – the jammy little bugger – was sprawled on Jacobs’s side of the bed. Jacob picked up Roofus and put him on the end of the bed, climbed in the newly free (and doggie warmed) top end of the

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