[Knight and Culverhouse 09] - In Plain Sight

by Adam Croft

  In Plain Sight

  Adam Croft

  Copyright © 2019 by Adam Croft

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  Print ISBN: 978-1-912599-40-0

  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

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  Books in this Series

  Books in the Knight and Culverhouse series so far:

  1. Too Close for Comfort

  2. Guilty as Sin

  3. Jack Be Nimble

  4. Rough Justice

  5. In Too Deep

  6. In the Name of the Father

  7. With A Vengeance

  8. Dead & Buried

  9. In Plain Sight

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  1

  Trinity Lloyd wasn’t a fan of the late shift. Petrol stations were empty, soulless places at the best of times but it was even worse when she just wanted to get home to bed.

  It wasn’t made any easier by the fact that she had to get up at the crack of dawn the next morning for a nine o’clock lesson at Mildenheath College. Still, there were only four months left until she’d be a fully qualified childcare specialist.

  Those thoughts were far from her mind, though, as she shuffled the display of Cadbury’s Chocolate Buttons on the edge of the counter, trying to make them look somehow more appealing. She was constantly amazed at how many people impulse-bought them at the advertised ‘incredible discount’ despite the fact they were still almost twice the price of the convenience store down the road.

  The owner claimed this was perfectly reasonable as they were an ‘out of town’ petrol station, even though they were barely a couple of hundred yards outside the edge of Mildenheath — and still claimed Mildenheath as part of their address.

  This was typical of Ian Gumbert, though, who the staff jokingly referred to as Call Me Mister, after his keenness that employees should refer to him respectfully as Mr Gumbert rather than simply Ian. His penchant for penny-pinching was notorious amongst the staff, and it was common knowledge that Gumbert didn’t mind his businesses barely breaking even — the land they sat on was going to earn him a very nice retirement indeed when he finally decided to sell up.

  For Trinity and the rest of the staff, it was just a job. They were left with almost complete autonomy, apart from the times when Gumbert would appear and ask for completely pointless changes to be made. Once, he insisted that Heat magazine should be on the left of Hello! and not — as it had been —the other way round, as it made the display look more ‘balanced’. They’d smiled and nodded, acquiescing to his request, only to swap them back round again after he’d left.

  Still, it was money in the back pocket for relatively easy, uninteresting and eventless work. Gumbert’s sky-high prices meant locals very rarely filled up at his petrol stations, and it was only the occasional fill-up from an out-of-towner visiting Mildenheath and panicking on leaving the town’s boundaries that kept them going.

  Trinity had bigger ambitions in life. Her grandmother had died when she was just six years old, and it was only then that she realised Charissa had personally revolutionised childcare in Jamaica with her own small empire of nurseries. Ever since then, Trinity had wanted to follow in her footsteps. Of course, the childcare system in the UK was already well established, but the idea of working with children had stuck with Trinity ever since.

  Her mother had wanted her to be a doctor. Either that or a lawyer. ‘There’s no money in childcare,’ she used to say. ‘Tell that to Grandma’s forty-acre estate in Montego Bay,’ Trinity would reply. She knew her mother was secretly pretty proud of her career choice. Deep down.

  She might have been a little less happy with her daughter’s present employment, though, if she’d seen the dark BMW estate pull up on the forecourt.

  As the car came to a stop near the door, two men got out — one from the passenger seat, one from the back — and walked quickly and calmly into the shop, their faces obscured by balaclavas.

  Before Trinity had even had a chance to register what was happening, she was greeted by the sight of a gun being pointed at her face. She didn’t know one gun from another, but this one was longer than a pistol.

  ‘The money. All of it. Now,’ one of the men said, although she couldn’t be sure which one it was. Everything was a bit of a blur. ‘The bucket, under the counter,’ another voice said.

  She did as she was told, and bent down to retrieve the large rectangular bucket from under the counter, trying to remember how many staff members had told Gumbert it was a fucking stupid idea in the first place. All her brain could do to make light of the situation was to give her the thought that maybe this would convince him to step up his security measures in future. She knew that wouldn’t happen, though.

  As soon as she lifted the bucket above the level of the desk, the two men leaned over and snatched it, turning on their heels and leaving the shop almost as quickly as they’d entered it.

  By the time they got back outside, the boot had been popped, ready for them to throw the bucket inside, slam the boot, get in the car and make good t
heir escape.

  Back inside the forecourt shop, Trinity’s mind finally started to come to terms with what had happened, as she dropped to her knees and began to cry.

  2

  PC Theo Curwood brought the Volvo to just below sixty miles an hour before slowing to turn into the petrol station. Although the call hadn’t been given the highest level of priority, Theo was less than a mile from the scene when it had come in, and was otherwise having a pretty quiet night. He knew it was possible to peak at well over seventy on that stretch of road, but there was no immediate threat to life — and he didn’t fancy being responsible for one.

  As he was pulling in, another call came across the radio announcing another robbery that had just occurred at a petrol station on Chancel Street.

  Theo raised his eyebrows briefly, but wasn’t particularly shocked. It was often the case that robberies would follow in quick succession as a gang tried to get as many results as they could before going back underground for a while until things calmed down. It wasn’t unusual for a group of lads to come from out of town, hold up a few shops and disappear again within a few hours, before getting rid of their car and trying somewhere else a few weeks later.

  The call asked for nearby units to attend the second robbery, which Theo knew would reduce the chances of a colleague attending this job with him. Late night single-crewing was becoming disappointingly frequent, and it was only a matter of time before an officer lost their life attending the wrong call on their own.

  To the management bods, the fact that someone had been in this petrol station only minutes earlier wielding a firearm was irrelevant. To them, the immediate threat had now passed and there was no risk to life. Not at this particular petrol station, anyway.

  He got out of the car and made his way into the shop, careful to avoid leaving his own fingerprints on the door. If he was honest, he didn’t see the point. There were probably hundreds of sets of prints all over the building, and he was pretty certain none of them belonged to the robbers.

  He walked up to the counter and looked over the top of it, spotting a girl sitting with her knees tucked up to her chest, shaking and swaying from side to side.

  ‘You okay, love? Do you need medical assistance?’

  She shook her head. ‘No. No. I’m fine.’

  ‘My name’s Theo, I’m a police officer. Are you able to stand up for me?’

  Slowly, she got to her feet and tried to compose herself. ‘Trinity. Trinity Lloyd.’

  ‘That your name?’

  She nodded again.

  ‘Okay, Trinity. Are you the person who phoned the police?’

  Another nod.

  ‘Right. Is there anywhere we can go to sit down and have a chat? Maybe lock the front door as well. We don’t want any members of the public walking through a potential crime scene.’

  Trinity did as she was told, walking over to the front doors and turning two latches, one at the top and one at the bottom, before leading Theo through into an office behind the counter area.

  It seemed more like a dumping ground than a working office, the desk stacked high with papers, the top of a computer monitor just peering out above them.

  ‘So. Can you tell me what these people looked like?’ Theo asked.

  ‘No. They were wearing balaclavas.’

  ‘How many of them were there?’

  ‘Two. Although, thinking about it, there must have been a third one in the car because one got in the back and the other one got in the passenger side.’

  ‘Okay. And can you describe them for me?’ Theo asked, taking down notes. Normally, he’d sit down with a witness and go methodically through everything they’d seen and experienced, but Trinity seemed to be quite happy to lead the way and offer up what she could, so he decided he’d jot down what he could and formalise it later.

  ‘Not really, no. They were both dressed in black with black balaclavas.’

  ‘When you say dressed in black, what items of clothing were they?’

  Trinity seemed to think about this for a moment. ‘Uh, one had like a black denim jacket and black trousers. The other one I think was a sort of jumper over black jeans. But I might be wrong about that. It all happened so quickly.’

  Theo knew she almost certainly would be wrong — most witnesses were — and many felt they had to give as much information as possible, despite the fact their brains hadn’t actually registered any of it. As a result, people tended to inadvertently add detail or description which never existed — something which tended to make the police’s job a lot harder. Multiple witnesses were useful in finding common threads, but in a situation where only one person witnessed an event, it would be extremely difficult to put any weight on what they said unless it tallied with other evidence.

  ‘And did they say anything?’ he asked.

  ‘Yeah. One of them told me to give him the money, and the other one was just trying to get me to go faster. I think. I don’t really remember. I’m sorry.’

  ‘That’s okay, don’t worry about it. Do you remember any of the words or phrases they definitely used? Did they call each other by name?’

  Trinity shook her head slowly. ‘No. I remember one of them said to get the bucket from underneath the counter. That was a bit weird as no-one knows about that except for staff.’

  ‘The bucket?’

  ‘Yeah. I know, it’s stupid. In some petrol stations there’s a hole in the counter. So when the till gets too full of notes, you roll them, put them in this little canister and drop them into the hole. Then they go down a chute into a secure area in the basement. Our boss decided we didn’t need to spend the money on safes and security systems, so ours just goes through the hole and into a big trough sort of thing under the counter.’

  ‘That sounds risky.’

  ‘It’s stupid. But that’s what he’s like. It was bound to happen at some point.’

  Theo’s mind was already racing. Although he probably wouldn’t play any part in the ongoing investigation, he knew where he’d focus his priorities. To him, it sounded very much like an inside job. Someone knew the petrol station had lax security measures. Someone knew the cash canisters landed in a bucket under the counter. A disgruntled ex-employee, perhaps? They’d need to get a list of everyone who’d left the company in the past few years. He thought an insurance job was unlikely, especially as the insurance company would almost certainly reject their claim when they discovered how poor the owner’s security measures were.

  ‘Which one of them mentioned the bucket, do you remember?’ he asked.

  Trinity shook her head. ‘No. They both spoke but I don’t know which was which. One was standing behind the other one and their balaclavas went over their mouths.’

  ‘And how tall were they?’

  ‘I dunno. I don’t even know how tall I am. They were both the same sort of height. Maybe the same as you? I don’t know. Sorry.’

  ‘That’s alright. But not abnormally tall or short or anything?’

  ‘Not that I noticed, no.’

  ‘Any other distinguishing features?’

  ‘I don’t think so. Sorry.’

  He was about to tell her it was alright and she didn’t need to keep apologising when a call came in over his radio. Even though it was standard for officers to have an earpiece fitted, Theo found it uncomfortable and distracting and tended to have it clipped to his shoulder with the volume turned up, so he could hear if there was anything he needed to respond to without it getting in the way. It seemed Trinity’s hearing was sharper than his, though.

  ‘Catford Road? That’s one of ours,’ she said, commenting on the robbery that had just been phoned in and radioed out.

  ‘How do you mean?’ Theo asked.

  ‘The petrol station. It’s owned by the same person. He’s got three around Mildenheath. It can’t be a coincidence that they’ve done two of his in the same night.’

  Theo had to agree, but knew that there was a possibility it was actually even worse than that.


  ‘When you say he’s got three sites, which one is the third?’ he asked, fearing the answer before she’d even said it.

  ‘Chancel Street. Why?’

  3

  The media often liked to talk about crimewaves, but crime in Mildenheath almost always came in waves. The curious setup of the county’s policing structure meant that Mildenheath CID’s major incident team had a varied workload, which almost always centred on the town itself. Wider county matters and major crimes from outside the town were taken care off at county headquarters at Milton House.

  It was an interesting quirk of both geography and local politics that Mildenheath had not only managed to retain its own satellite CID department but also control over handling major incidents occurring in and around the town.

  There were plenty of people who sought to upset that particular apple cart and move all power to Milton House, but DCI Jack Culverhouse was certainly not one of them. As long as the structure remained intact until his retirement, he’d be happy.