Echoes of the Dead (A DCI Monika Paniatowski Mystery)
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The third book featuring DCI Monika Paniatowski - When a recently released prisoner claims in a deathbed confession that he is innocent of the rape and murder of a young girl for which he was convicted twenty-two years earlier, DCI Monika Paniatowski is tasked to lead an unofficial investigation into his claims. At first she is reluctant, but when she learns that her old mentor Charlie Woodend was the lead detective in the case, she knows she must do everything she can to protect his reputation . . .
deserves.’ ‘I have to go and see him,’ O’Brien said. ‘It’s my duty.’ ‘But you’d rather not – if you had the choice?’ the woman asked. She was offering him an escape route, he realized – giving him the chance to admit that he felt just like she did, to express a loathing as deep as her own. And, for a moment, he was tempted to take that route, because, as a man, he wanted to be well thought of. Then he reminded himself that he was a priest – that when he put on his cassock that morning he had
sixteen, he was half a head taller than most of the other customers, and the landlord had pulled him a frothy pint of best bitter without a second thought. Looking around him as he drank, he had savoured the moment. This was the adult world, he’d told himself – this was the world of men – and a lifelong love affair between Charlie Woodend and old-fashioned pubs had begun to blossom. Now, approaching the pub for the first time in perhaps a dozen years, Woodend felt butterflies in his stomach,
had walked past them regularly on his way to Fuller’s Pond, which was generally acknowledged to be the best place in Whitebridge to catch tadpoles and sticklebacks. In those days, he recalled, these allotments had been the last outpost of the man-made world – separated from the wild and majestic moors by no more than a country lane and a thick copse of elm trees – and the whole area around them had been a haven for all kinds of wildlife. Rooks and pied wagtails had nested high in the trees.
to Bolton that day, that once he realized it was to see the girl, he’d wanted to back out, and that the only reason he didn’t back out was because he was afraid that Fred would make fun of him. It’s not a good story. It wouldn’t fool even the most naive of girls – and Edith is anything but that. Yet he still clings to the hope that – given time – he’ll come up with something better. Because he knows he has to come up with something better! He hears a tap on the kitchen window, and looks up to
Baxter said. ‘The only way I’m ever going to make my case is by getting a confession,’ Paniatowski said. ‘Does that mean I’m still on the case?’ Baxter shrugged awkwardly. ‘You’ve put so much work into it that it would be both wrong and unprofessional of me to take it off you now.’ She could have kissed him. She wanted to kiss him. But she didn’t. She simply said, ‘Do I have your permission to pick up my warrant card again, sir?’ ‘Yes,’ Baxter told her. ‘You have my permission.’ She forced