Death in Cold Waters by Tannis Laidlaw

Death in Cold Waters

Death in Cold Waters (Madeleine Brooks Mystery Book 1) by Tannis Laidlaw
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.3 MB

Madeleine Brooks, Senior Probation Officer, is having problems at work with a boss who is threatened by Maddie’s competence. And now one of her long-term probation clients has been returned to prison on suspicion of murdering a child, the details of which have strong similarities with his original crime. Maddie doesn’t believe it and worries the police are not looking for anyone else.

When Maddie is suspended by her revengeful boss, she finds herself with time and energies she can put to good use. What if her client was innocent of the crime for which he was convicted years ago, just as he has always maintained? This would have implications about the present murder. When Maddie’s teenaged daughter becomes involved, things spiral down.

Has Maddie compromised her own family?

The evening before, Madeleine Brooks stuffed the unfinished work into a plastic sleeve as she prepared to leave work.

“I see the reports are not in,” Romania said from behind Maddie. “You know the rules. All reports in a full 24 hours before they’re due. No exceptions. I shouldn’t have to tell you that, Madeleine. You, of all people.”

“We made that rule to give us plenty of time to go over the junior Service Officers’ reports,” Maddie said. “The directive wasn’t meant for the senior staff.” The irritation at being treated like an ignorant underling came to a slow boil inside her. This was not the first time.

Romania didn’t deign to discuss the rule she had adapted. “Nine tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

Maddie jammed the folder into her business bag. Before leaving, she took off her I.D. ‘Madeleine Brooks – Senior Probation Officer’ and dropped the tag into her top drawer. Her position hadn’t changed. Even if the work had.

Maddie used her backside to push open the door of her house in Surbiton. Her hands were full: the business bag from work, her handbag and the groceries she’d bought on her way home.

“Anybody here?” she called.

Silence greeted her query. Not to worry; she could get dinner prepared before the impatient duo returned. She headed straight to the kitchen to dump everything on the table. Not before noticing that Wayne, in spite of fresh promises, had still not begun refurbishing the kitchen cabinet doors.

Chicken curry tonight. She liked to construct her curries from scratch. No factory packed curry powder for her. From her spices drawer she grabbed the vials of turmeric, cumin, fenugreek and chili pepper and the coriander from one of the supermarket bags and set to work. Soon zesty smells were filling her kitchen and she could pause. A chance to take her business bag up to her home office.

Once there, her irritation flooded back. Damn that woman. Throwing her considerable weight around. Differentially piling the report writing onto her shoulders. Never ending paperwork. Ordering her around as if she was the newcomer rather than her. Maddie dropped the files onto her desk without a care. Another hour’s work at least. Her evening’s entertainment. She went back downstairs to check on the burbling pot on the stove.

Maddie had always prided herself on doing a good job. A senior Probation Officer at Surrey and Sussex Probation Trust, long-term employee, who, when her beloved supervisor decided to retire and gave her the nod, had been confident she’d been chosen for promotion.

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