Murder Untimely: A Gripping Kat and Mouse Murder Mystery
By Anita Waller
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Early one morning, in the grounds of Chatsworth, a body is discovered by one of the estate groundsmen. DI Marsden and DS Granger battle through snow-covered roads to begin their investigation.
Meanwhile, at the Connection Investigation Agency, Doris, Kat and Mouse are busy juggling their caseloads, while trying to show their new trainee receptionist the ropes.
When the police learn that the body belongs to Nicola Armstrong, a resident of the nearby village of Baslow, it soon transpires that Nicola was the mother of a child who disappeared ten years prior to her murder.
Soon, the Connection investigators are brought in to help but when a second body is found at Chatsworth, the case takes a disturbing turn.
Can the police and the female sleuths get to the truth before more life is lost? Or is the fate of those involved already sealed?
Also available in the bestselling Kat and Mouse Murder mystery series:
Murder Undeniable
Murder Unexpected
Murder Unearthed
Murder Unjoyful
Anita Waller
Anita Waller has written and taught creative writing for most of her life, and at the age of sixty-nine she sent a manuscript to her publisher and it was immediately accepting. In total, she has written several psychological thrillers and one supernatural novel. She married her husband Dave in 1967 and they have three adult children.
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Murder Untimely - Anita Waller
1
For Doris Lester, it had been a difficult night of dreams, not all good, and to make matters worse, around twelve inches of snow had fallen during the dark hours; expected according to the weather forecast, but not really believed.
Doris had known before she’d even put a foot out of bed. There had been that curious stillness that comes with snowfall, that odd white glow permeating into the room.
And then had come the phone call from granddaughter Mouse, sounding far too awake to be true. ‘Nan, don’t even think about driving in. That little thing you call a car will turn into a sledge if you try to drive down that steep hill from the cottage. Will you be able to walk down to the main road? I’ll collect you from there.’
‘Of course, but maybe we should think about having another day off…?’
‘Not a chance,’ Mouse laughed. ‘I can’t wait to get back in that office. Do you realise the twenty-third of December to the second of January is nine whole days of inactivity? We have stuff to do. I’ve already been down and put on the heating, so, as planned, we’re back today.’
‘We’re not going sledging then?’
‘You’re too old. Now, get your breakfast and give me a ring when you’re ten minutes away from setting off. And take care.’
‘What about Kat?’
‘Already spoken to her. She took Martha to Nanny Enid’s last night, so she says she’ll walk down.’
‘Okay,’ Doris said, abandoning all hopes of a day beside her roaring fire with a book. ‘And take care, there’s some proper numpties driving around Derbyshire these days. They get a four-by-four and think they’re invincible.’
‘We are,’ Mouse said with a laugh.
Doris disconnected and wandered around trying to get her brain into gear – working with Kat Rowe and Mouse for the past year following what she thought of as her own annus horribilis when her granddaughter had been shot, had taken ten years off her, given Doris some of her youth back. Except at eight o’clock on a snowy morning.
The three of them had bonded to such an extent that even Kat now called her Nan, and the closeness had tightened with the shooting of Kat’s husband, Leon. The forming of Connection, their investigation agency, had brought something good out of something bad, and today was going to be a good day. It hadn’t been anticipated, but an agreement had been reached.
The toaster popped, and Doris smiled as she walked towards it. A bit of snow wasn’t going to stop their plans – not according to Mouse, anyway.
Mouse collected Doris an hour later, and drove with the considerable skill and care required on that whiteout of a day. The journey to Eyam hadn’t been easy; Kat had already arrived, having taken the easy method of walking.
Mouse was excited. Today was Nan’s first day as a partner in the business, and the meeting was to determine how they could reconfigure the layout of the office premises to give Doris a consulting room of her own, and still leave a reception area.
They would then bring in builders and work from Mouse’s flat above the office until the construction and redecoration was finished. Today was discussion day. A bit of snow – well, okay, Mouse conceded to herself, twelve inches or so – wasn’t going to bring Connection to a snow-bound halt.
Kat opened the door for them and they stamped around outside, trying to remove the unwelcome white stuff from their boots before trailing it into the office.
‘Morning,’ Kat said with a smile. Her own cheeks were still rosy from the walk down through the village. ‘Hot chocolate?’
They nodded, and Kat went into her own office to prepare the drinks while Mouse and Doris took off their many layers of clothes.
‘Let’s live in Derbyshire,’ Mouse grumbled as she walked through. ‘It’s a lovely place, very picturesque, we’ll like it there. Which plank said all of that without thinking about mountains of snow?’
‘You did, my love,’ Doris said.
‘Did I?’
‘You did indeed. It was about the point where you saw this flat with the shop underneath.’
‘Is it always this bad, Kat?’ Mouse asked.
‘This isn’t bad,’ Kat responded. ‘Things are still getting through, so at least we’re not at the stage where we’re cut off from the rest of the world. I imagine Buxton is wiped out; they always get more snow than us.’
‘Then let’s hope any business we may pick up from the Buxton area is confined to the summer.’ Mouse stood in the doorway of her office, took off her bobble hat and launched it towards her coat stand. It landed on the windowsill and she sighed. One day…
On the top of her filing cabinet stood two large rolls of paper, and she gathered them up before going into Kat’s office. The bigger desk in there would come in handy on this most auspicious day.
Hot chocolates were handed around, and Mouse rolled out the first of the two papers, laying it on the desk and commandeering staplers and pen tubs to hold down the four corners.
‘Okay,’ she said, ‘this is what I’ve spent Christmas doing. This is our space as it is now. The measurements are as exact as I can get them, and I think you’ll see just how much space we’re wasting by having such a big reception area. We can easily fit three offices in here, and still have a small reception. I don’t think we need to move the shop door, because the third office would be at the same side of this space as Kat’s. If we move Kat’s door up towards my office by around a metre, the wall for the third office space can start here.’ She leaned across and drew a small mark.
Kat and Doris stared at the complex drawing.
‘You’ve spent Christmas doing this?’ Doris asked.
‘Not all Christmas, but some of it.’ There was a faint blush of colour suddenly apparent on Mouse’s face.
Neither Kat nor Doris made any comment about what she was probably doing when she wasn’t drawing on the sheets of paper.
Mouse removed the staplers and pens holding down the corners and rolled the paper up. ‘This,’ she said with a flourish, ‘is the plan if we agree to put the third office next to Kat’s.’ Mouse repeated the anchoring procedure for the corners, and they all leaned over.
‘This is the sensible way. It means the only alteration to the existing layout as far as Kat and I are concerned is that the office door will have to be removed and repositioned in the end of her wall. It will give you more space inside your office, Kat, because you’ll have the additional length of wall. I have no idea why we put the door there in the first place, it doesn’t make any sense, but we did. The other alternative, which will be much more costly, is to rip everything out and start from scratch. It will also delay our getting back in here. Thoughts?’ She sat down, sipping at her drink.
‘Firstly, I’m impressed,’ Doris said. ‘I’m assuming this new office will be clad to match the rest? And what about the reception desk?’
‘I think we can cut the existing one down, and spin it around so that the receptionist is facing the door, rather than the main window. It will be more welcoming.’
‘Have you shown these to anyone?’ Kat asked.
‘Only Joel.’
‘That’s answered what would have been my second question,’ Kat laughed, ‘but I meant had you shown them to a builder.’
The faint blush that had died down now appeared as definite rosy cheeks. ‘Walked straight into that, didn’t I. I’ve asked that builder from the top end of the village how quickly he could do it if we were to approach him, and he says building work is dead after Christmas, so he could start next week. Stefan Patmore.’
Kat nodded. ‘He’s good. We had him for loads of stuff when we first moved in. I’m more than happy with him taking this on. You okay with this layout, Nan?’
‘I’m amazed at it. A bit overwhelmed, really. You must have started on this as soon as I agreed to be a partner, Mouse.’
‘No, before.’
‘But you didn’t know I would say yes…’
‘Nan,’ Kat spoke gently, ‘it wasn’t a request that you would formally join us in the business, it was more an instruction. So when this snow goes you need to be out there choosing a desk. All the paperwork should be back from the solicitors by the tenth of January, and then we’re good to go. There is one other thing we need to give some attention though. We won’t have a receptionist.’
‘School leaver?’ Mouse asked.
‘Mouse, it’s early January. Kids leave school in the summer.’ Nan frowned, giving thought to the issue. ‘We could approach a recruitment agency.’
‘Or we could stick a notice on the Co-op noticeboard with the job details and a contact phone number, stressing that local people will be given primary consideration,’ practical Kat said. ‘Put an age range of sixteen to eighteen, saying that full training will be given, and I bet we get a few applicants.’
‘See,’ Mouse said, ‘I knew we had Kat for a reason. Why didn’t we think of that, Nan?’
‘I didn’t because I’m still trying to get my head around me starting a new job at my age,’ Doris said. ‘But of course Kat is right. We want somebody local, not somebody who lives in Sheffield and wouldn’t be able to get here when it snows. When are we talking to the builder?’
‘I said I’d ring him as soon as we’d had the talk, and he’ll come down to see us straight away.’ She picked up the phone. ‘Okay to do it?’
‘Fine by me.’
‘And me.’
Stefan agreed that it was fine by him too. He pored over the drawings, scratched his head a couple of times, double-checked a measurement for the reception area and said it was good to go.
‘I’ll source the materials this week, but I think you should consider a vertical blind for this big window. Whoever is sitting at that reception desk is going to be in full view of everybody outside. With vertical blinds they can see out without feeling quite so exposed. Previously the desk was set back and that wouldn’t have been an issue.’
Doris quickly nodded her agreement. ‘You’re right. I was always aware of being on show, even though there was a desk between me and the window, so it will be much more uncomfortable with the desk right by it. You can organise that for us as well?’
‘I can, and I would recommend a cream colour. It won’t take away your light, and it will blend well with the office walls. If you’re all in agreement…?’
‘We are,’ Mouse said.
‘Then thank you. I’ll source the materials when I get home, cost it and speak to you tomorrow with the quote. It won’t be cheap because you can’t go cheap, you’re a class outfit, and there is an extra suggestion I want to make. In this new office, the way you’ve drawn it, the new part, Mrs Lester’s area, doesn’t have any natural light. I’m proposing we take that side wall only so far up the main window, create a window sill and put a smaller version of the vertical blind in that. That way there will be natural light, and Mrs Lester will be able to see outside. From the pavement it will simply look like two windows, a large shop one, and a smaller office one.’
Mouse smiled at Stefan. ‘You’re saying, politely, that I’ll never be an architect? You’re right, of course. I hadn’t thought that one through fully, had I?’
He headed for the door. ‘I’ll get back to you sometime tomorrow, ladies. I have to tell you though, that if you expand the workforce any more, you’ll have to move. You can’t squeeze another office in this building.’
He took the two drawings with him, and set off to walk back up the hill, leaving his three new customers to sit down with a thud around Kat’s desk.
‘Do we want other quotes?’ Mouse asked.
‘I don’t think so,’ Doris said slowly, thoughtfully. ‘Kat recommends him, which is good enough for me, and he’s giving me a window. And he’s local, which is something I think is important. I’ve written out a job advert for the receptionist, so I’ll take it across to the Co-op and put it on their noticeboard. Okay by you two?’
They agreed, and Kat stood to wash out the four cups. ‘Then let’s go home. There’s nobody about, we’ve done what needed to be done, and it’s started snowing again.’
‘Nan, are you staying at mine?’ Mouse looked concerned. ‘If this carries on, you’ll be stuck at the top of that hill. I’d rather you be here with me.’
Doris held up her bag. ‘Book and knickers in here, already thought this one through, my lovely. Are you cooking our evening meal?’
2
For most of the three weeks that it took for the alterations to be completed, Kat, Mouse and Doris worked in Mouse’s flat. They had received three responses to their receptionist advertisement, two girls and a boy, and had scheduled them for the Thursday of the third week, hoping that most of the noise would have stopped by then, and finishing touches would be underway.
They had initially decided that only one of them would do the interviewing; it would keep any feelings of intimidation at bay. It was only after considerable thought that they decided all three needed to be there. If any of the applicants felt put off by three ladies sitting at the other side of a desk, they wouldn’t be up to the job anyway.
The first interviewee was a seventeen-year-old girl who had no confidence at all. She was competent on a computer to school level, but hadn’t continued with education after leaving at sixteen, and had no plans to do so. They thanked her and said they would let her know by the end of the day.
The second applicant was completely the opposite; bright, bubbly and a true chatterbox. With jet-black spiky hair, and an overuse of make-up, she looked horrified at the idea that she might have to tone it down, but assured them that she would do so if she was lucky enough to get the position. She left and blew all three of them a kiss as she walked out the door.
Doris slumped onto the desk. ‘Don’t they get any training in schools these days about interview protocols? She was lovely, a tremendous personality, but she’d drive us mad within a week. And slowly that make-up and spiky hair would come back. I’m sorry, but my vote is a no.’
‘Mine too,’ Kat agreed. ‘She talks too much. And from the way she spoke, she would be relying on her mum to bring her into work every day. I’m sure her mum will want that.’
‘I really liked her as a person, I like people to be different, but not our receptionist.’ Mouse stood up. ‘We’ve half an hour before our young man arrives. Coffee?’
Luke Taylor arrived two minutes early, and shook hands with all three of them. He was tall, with dark curly hair and deep brown eyes; his smile lit up the eyes.
He sat down and waited.
‘Luke, thank you for coming,’ Mouse said. ‘Impressive exam results. You didn’t want to stay on at school?’
‘No. And that’s for several reasons. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I’ve been earning money by working in a restaurant at night, washing pots, helping with prep, that sort of thing, and I couldn’t face staying on at school. I think working has made me grow up. Apart from all that, if you don’t know what you want to do for a career, how do you decide what A level subjects you want to take?’
Kat glanced to the next point. ‘You’re a driver?’
He nodded. ‘I am. Mum taught me how to make a car move and stop by letting me drive around cemeteries and other such places, and we used to go to a driver-training centre about once a month, from me being sixteen. She paid for an intensive week for my seventeenth birthday, and I passed first time. I’ve now got Mum’s cast-off Citroen, and she’s bought a new one.’
‘You didn’t drive here today?’ She had seen him walking down the road.
‘No, I wanted to walk. I thought it would calm me down, but more than that I wanted to see how long it would take me. Six and a half minutes.’
‘What made you apply, Luke?’
He paused for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts into a coherent mass. ‘I said I didn’t know what career I wanted, but I also knew that one day I would know. And then I did. Your advertisement said receptionist, and full training given. I am hoping that training is in investigative work, and not just reception, because your card was like a lightning bolt. I am quite happy to sit at that desk, but I now know what I need to learn, and it’s not History and Geography. I don’t know if I’m explaining this very well, but I feel this is so right for me.’
‘Don’t worry,’ Doris smiled, ‘you’re explaining it very well. Luke, we’re obviously an equal opportunities employer, and will facilitate anything that an employee would want to tackle. How do you see equality?’
He looked puzzled. ‘That’s a difficult one to answer because equal means equal. I’ll try to explain.’ Again he gathered his thoughts. ‘I’ve kept in touch with most of my friends from school, lads and girls. Some went on to college, some started jobs, some are in sixth form. All of that is irrelevant. They’re just friends. Wayne, my best friend, has parents who came here from Jamaica. He’s not my Jamaican friend. He’s my friend. I have a close friend called Lily, she’s my friend but not my girlfriend. That’s really the only way I can explain it. If we’re alive, we’re equal.’
‘Thank you, Luke. If we were to offer you the position, when are you available to start?’
‘Now.’
‘What about your restaurant job?’
‘I‘ll give them a week’s notice. I can combine the two for a week. I won’t leave them in the lurch.’
Kat stood. ‘Just one final question, Luke, and then we’d like you to wait outside in reception for a few minutes. Will that be okay?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘Okay, and this is the biggy. You’ll be working with three women. We have frequent visits from two police officers, both women. You will be surrounded and overwhelmed by women. Can you handle it?’
He laughed. ‘Mrs Rowe, I live with two younger sisters, a mum, a nan, and a dog called Daisy. Even the fish is called Esmerelda although I don’t know what its sex is. I haven’t had a dad since I was about eight, so in answer to your question, being around ladies doesn’t bother me at all.’
‘Thank you, Luke. Please wait in reception.’
They turned to one another and all three said, ‘Yes.’
And so began a new era in the Connection saga.
Luke started work on the Monday morning, looking just as smart as he had for the interview.
His first day was spent in Doris’s office, where they went through his training requirements, what he wanted from the job, and what courses he would be happy to take.
‘We have all taken online courses over the last couple of years, and have our own certificates in our offices, but collectively it’s a pretty impressive bunch. They are timed courses – when you’ve passed one section, you’re sent the following part, so it makes it learning that stays in the brain. Primarily you’re our meet and greet person, and that could continue for some time, but occasionally we get surveillance jobs in, or jobs that require interviewing people, but you won’t be thrown into that. Kat is our most skilful negotiator, and she’ll see to your training in people management.’
‘Thank you, Mrs Lester. I’m happy to take whatever courses I can, and I’m sure you’ll guide me through which ones I need at what times. And I’m sorry, but I can’t call you Doris. It will have to be Mrs Lester. You’re like my nan, and I could never in a million years call her Geraldine. I’m okay with Kat and Beth, but not you.’
There was a hint of redness in his cheeks, and Doris laughed. ‘Call me whatever you want, Luke. I answer to most things. The girls, you may have noticed, call me Nan, even though Kat is no relation to me. Beth, of course, is my granddaughter. Just wait until the day comes when she gives you permission to call her Mouse, then you’ll know you’re a proper friend. And on that day, you can start to call me Nan. Deal?’
‘Deal,’ he agreed. ‘My mum knows Kat, thinks she’s awesome. Erm… I thought I’d better tell you that because of everything that happened with her husband. Mum told me the story. She goes to Kat’s church.’
‘Luke, everybody around here knows what happened with Leon Rowe – don’t let it worry you. Kat has got over it, and is now with a lovely man. You’ll meet him eventually; he pops in if he’s working around here. Actually, I’d better fill you in on our police friends. DI Carl Heaton is Kat’s fiancé, and we work closely with DI Tessa Marsden, and her DS, Hannah Granger. They pop in every so often for coffee and doughnuts and a natter, usually