I Know You by Louise Mullins (DI Emma Locke Book 1)
English | 2020 | Mystery/Thriller| ePUB | 3.0 MB
A mother’s world falls apart the day the police come knocking to tell her that her son is dead. Murdered, apparently without motive, outside a fast food restaurant. But when a witness comes forward, Honour realises her beloved son had a secret life beyond anything she imagined…
When a hit and run incident nearly kills Sinead and her children, she is forced to face the truth. Someone wants her dead. She knows exactly what he looks like. But he seems to know her too. All her secrets. All her lies. Everything she tried to leave behind.
Something connects these two cases. And as the stakes rise, DI Locke must untangle the web of deceit – before someone else dies.
I don’t remember calling my sister, Faith, who arrived in her 4×4 with a screech of tyres, barging into the house and squeezing me into her embrace. She made tea no one drank and cried for me. My tears had dried by then and the shock and tight knot of pain that had ripped through my chest earlier had been replaced with a deep sorrow that sat at my core. She drove to the station while I sat mutely on the passenger seat beside her. As soon as we entered the building, I asked what state he was in but was told I wouldn’t be able to see him today.
‘We just need you to identify his belongings. We’re conducting a DNA test from his razor but that’ll take time. You can see him as soon as we return him to your care.’
I couldn’t concede that my son was lying on a bed of steel in a mortuary somewhere while I fingered bagged items inside a plastic box that had once belonged to him.
I had wondered if he’d been punched in the head, hoped his loss of consciousness had been quick and relatively painless. But when I asked what had happened to him, I was told, ‘multiple stab wounds to the chest and stomach.’
‘Will an open casket be possible?’ It’s a British-Caribbean tradition, one our family have never deviated from.
‘I can’t see that it would be a problem. But the coroner needs to examine him to help us to develop a forensic profile. The tests could take some time so please don’t arrange anything yet.’
‘He needs a change of clothes. I’ll bring them in tomorrow.’
DS Maguire smiled sadly and said, ‘That’s a good idea. I’ll take them in for you.’
Preparing his funeral was the last thing on my mind, and I never thought I’d be discussing dressing my deceased son with anyone, least of all with two police officers present. I hadn’t envisaged outliving him. I was just trying to think of practical things I could do to make him more comfortable and to prevent myself from collapsing in defeat.