Straight Back
| Straight Back |
| DS Jeff Barton [5] |
| David Menon | UK (2015) |
Jeff Barton returns from his holiday to see his late wife’s relatives
in China in a relaxed and refreshed mood but that’s soon put to the
test. He’s used to being under pressure to find answers but this is
different. He begins to feel there’s a force within the force that
doesn’t want him and his team to make any progress. But he’s a police
officer. He solves crimes. He doesn’t let anyone deter him from his task
no matter who they are and the more he pulls at the thread of
information that comes his way the more he believes that the murders are
a warning. But from who and for what?
Why did sixteen year old Sheridan Taylor go off that night? What does
it have to do with her school teacher and why can’t Jeff have any extra
resources for his investigation?
STRAIGHT BACK
A NOVEL
BY DAVID MENON
Copyright 2015 Silver Springs Press
This version April 2015.
All rights reserved by the author
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any character to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
I’m once again grateful to Paul Barker for his skill and advice in putting this revised edition together.
David was born in Derby, England in 1961 and has lived all over the UK but now he lives in Paris, France. In 2009 he gave up a long career in the airline industry to concentrate on his writing ambitions. He’s now published several books including the series of crime novels featuring Detective Superintendent Jeff Barton that are set in Manchester, UK and the series of Stephanie Marshall mysteries set in Sydney, Australia. He’s also created the DCI Sara Hoyland series beginning with Fall from Grace. Apart from being a full-time writer he goes off two or three times a year to teach English to Russian students for a school in St. Petersburg. His other interests include travelling, politics, international current affairs, all the arts of literature, film, TV, theatre and music and he’s a devoted fan of American singer/songwriter Stevie Nicks who he calls the voice of his interior world. He loves Indian food, a gin and tonic that’s heavy on the g and light on the t, plus a glass or three of red wine. It doesn’t make him a bad person.
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Also by David Menon
Detective Superintendent Jeff Barton series.
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Sorcerer.
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Fireflies
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Storms.
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No Questions Asked.
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Straight Back
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Thrown Down – coming 2015.
The Stephanie Marshall mysteries.
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What Happened to Liam?
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Could Max Burley Be a Killer?
DCI Sara Hoyland crime mystery series
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Fall from Grace
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Beautiful Child.
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Best Friend, Worst Enemy.
Peak District Mystery featuring Danny Holdsworth
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The Murder in His Past.
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The Murder of a Good Man – coming 2015.
Other Titles
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The Wild Heart.
Short story collections
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Kind of Woman.
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Losing Grip.
This is for Gill … and for Karl and Sandra.
ONE
The Shadow Home Secretary, Martha Langton, was in the Victoria, London, flat she shared during the week with her husband, fellow politician and Labour Party front bencher, Nick Langton. They were having a flaming row. It was all to do with the document that had been passed anonymously under her office door at Portcullis House, where many MPs have their Westminster offices and which was joined to the House of Commons by a tunnel underneath the road that divided them.
“Look, you’ve dealt with it, Martha,” Nick pleaded. He was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. He was still in his suit trousers but he’d taken his tie off and undone the top couple of his shirt buttons. He’d also rolled up his sleeves. He’d cooked dinner because he was the better cook and he was now seeing to the pots. He had a tea towel slung over his shoulder and with his dark hair he didn’t look unlike one of those Italian restaurant owners who does all his own cooking.
“Not all of it, I haven’t,” said Martha, looking up from the
Evening Standard
that she was reading at the table.
“Martha, there’s a whole paedophile ring been discovered because of what you passed on to the police,” said Nick, with his hands on his hips. “I don’t need to tell you that the scandal has been seismic and it’s already made you a hero,”
“Yes, I know, and I’m not interested in being a hero, Nick,” she countered. “I just did what any responsible citizen, let alone politician, would do, to bring individuals to justice for heinous crimes that they’ve got away with for too long because they’re well connected with the Establishment. Christ, one of the reasons I’m in the Labour Party is to bring an end to the Establishment being able to cover its own bloody arse.”
At least twelve arrests had been made of prominent members of the entertainment industry, the legal profession, police officers and politicians who’d been involved in a paedophile ring in London during the seventies and eighties. The arrests had all been made because of information contained in the anonymous document that had been passed to Martha. It had left the governing coalition with a lot of egg on its face and the Conservative Home Secretary, Angela Carter, had given Martha the kind of praise at the Commons Dispatch Box that must’ve made her run for the sick bucket as soon as she was out of the House. Angela hadn’t asked Martha during their private briefings why she thought the document had been passed to her rather than Angela herself, but Martha was sure she’d be itching to know. So would Martha for that matter, and the only conclusion she could draw so far was that Martha, being a Labour politician who hadn’t gone to public school and whose family wasn’t part of the acknowledged Establishment, had been sufficiently detached from all the people accused in the document of wrongdoing that she wouldn’t be sufficiently compromised by any relationships with any of them. On the other hand, Angela Carter, it turned out later in the more detailed press coverage, had family connections with several of the names contained therein.
“I still can’t quite get over the extent of it,” said Nick. “Although I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me. There have been such strong rumours for years.”
“Which we sat on when we were last in office, Nick. We’re no better than anybody else here.”
“But this is where it stops, Martha.”
“Nick, the paedophile ring isn’t the only crime that document reveals.”
“I’m aware of that, Martha but as I said before, that’s where it stops.”
“Nick, you cannot be serious,”
“Martha, we’ve been through all this,”
“I know.”
“And I thought we’d sorted it.”
“No,” said Martha, as she folded the paper up. “You decided that I wasn’t going to do anything with the other information. I had no part in that decision.”
“Oh,, here we go again!”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning this is going to be one of those times when you accuse me of reverting to being the alpha male domineering his little woman.”
“And I’d be right.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Nick insisted. “Martha, we’ve always taken all our decisions together. And we’ve always given each other the veto. We both have to agree or it doesn’t happen.”
“This is too big and too serious, Nick,”
Nick stood for a moment and breathed in deeply. His wife was right, that this was too big and too serious and it was for that very reason that he believed they should stay silent. The consequences if Martha revealed what they knew from the rest of the document could not be measured hypothetically. But they were enough to make Nick think they should leave well alone.
“The reaction to the discovery of the paedophile ring will seem like nothing compared to what would happen if the rest of it breaks,” said Nick. “And I’m thinking of the safety of our family.”
“And you’re saying I’m not?”
“I’m saying that you can kiss goodbye to becoming Party Leader after the election if you go public with this.”
“That’s if we lose the election,” Martha corrected. She knew that Nick and the current Party Leader were at absolute loggerheads on almost everything and there were rumours that the Leader was preparing to drop Nick from the Labour front bench and not see him journey from Shadow Cabinet to governing Cabinet if Labour wins. Martha’s knives for the Leader weren’t quite as sharp as Nick’s although she wasn’t exactly the Leader’s biggest supporter within the Shadow Cabinet. This was where her emotions often conflicted but it was inevitable when both you and your husband were senior politicians. “But if I don’t do something with this information, if I just sit on it and let the guilty go unpunished, then I can kiss goodbye to my conscience.”
“Yes, well, I’m not sure if having one is a positive thing if you want to be Party Leader.”
“Stop twisting it, Nick.”
“I’m not, darling, I’m just … Martha, you know the consequences if you reveal the rest of what’s in that document. I’m asking you to think about the family, Martha. I’m asking you to put them first.”
“Are you saying I don’t do that as a matter of course anyway?”
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“So what did you mean then?”
“I mean that as much as I know you and as much as I love you, I also know that you’ll end up doing what you think is best. And I have no say in that.”
TWO
Sheridan Taylor hated her life. It hadn’t always been the case. She used to love it. She used to think she must be one of the luckiest girls in the world. She used to have a horse. That was now gone. She used to have friends from families which were equally as well off as her family was. Now she’d be too embarrassed to pass them in the street. She used to have a mum, a dad, a sister, and a big Alsatian dog called Brutus. She adored Brutus. He was the family dog but he was her dog. She could always get him to do whatever she wanted. None of the others were able to do that. When they’d had to leave their house, they’d given him away to the police because the housing association which owned the property they were moving to didn’t allow pets. He was out there somewhere, catching criminals now. It had broken her heart the day they took him away. She’d cried for days afterwards. She’d never forgetten the look on his face as he stared helplessly out of the back window of the van they drove him away in. He was barking like mad. He didn’t want to leave her. She didn’t want him to leave.
She walked through from the kitchen and, in the living room, her gran was minding the new baby for Sheridan’s mum.
“He’s a beautiful little thing,” said Joan, who couldn’t take her eyes off her new grandchild Tariq.
“No, he isn’t, Gran,” said Sheridan, who wasn’t going to let herself get swept up by all the emotion over a stupid brown baby. “All babies are ugly.”
“Look at that mass of black hair and those dark eyes,” Joan gushed, ignoring Sheridan’s bad-tempered dismissals.
“Yeah, well, that’s what you get when you’ve got a darkie for a father,” snarled Sheridan.
“Sheridan, that’s enough,” Joan warned. She was running out of patience with the way her eldest granddaughter had been behaving lately. “You’re being rude and offensive.”
“Well, don’t ask me to care because I couldn’t care less.”
