Head in the Sand
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‘You’re not going anywhere, Jean.’
Dixon heard footsteps. The next thing he knew Jane Winter was standing over him. He felt her hands underneath his arms and she dragged him back off Jean Selby. He sat back against the wall underneath the bay window and looked up at Jane. There were tears in her eyes. He looked across at Jean Selby to see PC Cole holding her arms behind her back and reaching for his handcuffs.
Dixon looked back to Jane Winter.
‘Spalding?’
‘He slept through it.’
Dixon nodded. He heard the clicking of handcuffs being snapped shut and then the crackle of a radio.
‘Control, this is 2562 Cole. We need an ambulance immediately at the Allandale Lodge Care Home, Burnham. An officer has been stabbed.’
Dixon looked quizzically at Jane. Then he looked down at his left shoulder. He could see a black plastic handle sticking out of it and blood pouring down the left side of his chest. He stared at it for several seconds before reaching for the knife with his right hand. Jane reached down and held his hand.
‘Leave it,’ she said.
Suddenly, the pain hit him. Then he passed out.
Twelve
Dixon opened his eyes to find Jane sitting on the end of his bed.
‘Where...?’
‘Weston hospital. A private room. You’ve had an operation on your shoulder.’
Dixon looked down. The handle of the knife had gone and been replaced with bandages. He tried to move his left arm and winced.
‘Don’t do that,’ said Jane. She moved up the bed and sat next to him.
‘What time is it?’ he asked.
‘Half past eight.’
A nurse walked into the room and stood at the end of his bed.
‘You’re awake.’
‘I am.’
‘You’ve had an operation on your shoulder. The knife has gone, as you can see. I’ll call the doctor to have a word with you.’
‘Thank you.’
‘How are you feeling?’
‘Sick.’
‘That’ll be the painkillers. I can get the doctor to give you something for that. I’ll be back in a minute.’
The nurse left and Dixon turned to Jane.
‘Where’s Monty?’
‘I fed him and left him at home.’
‘Thanks. Will you...?’
‘Of course, I will.’
Jane leant forward and kissed Dixon on the lips. He looked over to see DCI Lewis watching them through the small window in the door.
‘Oops.’
‘I don’t know what you’re worrying about. We’ve all known for ages,’ said Lewis, walking into the room.
Dixon pretended to look surprised.
‘You forget I’m a detective too,’ said Lewis.
‘And it’s not a problem?’ asked Dixon.
‘Of course not.’
‘Where’s Jean Selby?’
‘Bridgwater. She’s been interviewed and has confessed to the murders of Valerie Manning and John Hawkins.’
‘Who interviewed her?’
‘I did. With Dave Harding,’ replied Lewis. ‘She’s one angry woman. She blamed them for her husband’s illness. The stress of watching his wife and child die, bottled up inside him for all those years. And then she had to watch his descent into dementia.’
‘Can stress cause dementia?’ asked Dixon.
‘Stress can cause hypertension, which can be a cause of vascular dementia, according to Wikipedia.’
‘What about Cromwell?’
‘Gone back to work.’
‘Poor bastard.’
‘The doctors tell me there’s no permanent damage.’
‘That’s more than they’ve told me.’
‘You have only just woken up,’ said Jane.
‘Take as long as you need, Nick. We’ll speak next week about your statement but there’s no rush.’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘I’m working on a traffic case at the moment,’ said Lewis.
‘Traffic?’ asked Jane.
‘Yes. Someone crashed into a parked car at Mark last week and then drove off. Failing to stop, failing to report. Serious stuff.’
‘How hard are you going to look?’ asked Dixon.
‘I’ve closed the case already,’ replied Lewis. ‘No witnesses.’ He got up to leave. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a packet of fruit pastilles. He threw them onto the bed next to Dixon. ‘Put these in your glove box.’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Idiot.’
‘Thank you, Sir.’
Lewis stopped in the doorway and turned to Dixon.
‘And well done.’
NICK DIXON RETURNS IN
‘KICKBACK’
OUT NOW
Trainee jockey, Noel Woodman, has been kicked to death by an aggressive stallion at a horse racing stables near Bridgwater. Everyone is convinced it was an accident, except his brother, Jon, home on leave from Afghanistan.
Still recovering from the physical and mental scars of his last case, DI Nick Dixon is drawn into the investigation at the point of a gun and soon begins peeling away the layers of secrets and lies.
With the pressure mounting, his determination to unlock the case is tested to the limit, and, as the hunt for the killer gathers pace, Dixon finds himself fighting for his life in the dead of night.
The third in the DI Nick Dixon Crime Series, Kickback follows on from Head In The Sand, which has been described as 'brilliant'.
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OTHER BOOKS BY DAMIEN BOYD
The DI Nick Dixon Crime Series
As The Crow Flies
Head In The Sand
Kickback
Coming Summer 2014
Swansong
Table of Contents
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve