Also by David Carter Down into the Darkness Grist Vergette's Curious Clock The Inconvenient Unborn The Life and Loves of Gringo Greene The Twelfth Apostle The Murder Diaries - Seven Times Over The Sound of Sirens Kissing a Killer The Death Broker The Bunny and the Bear - A Cold and Frosty Winter State Sponsored Terror The Legal & the Illicit Five Dead Rooks The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 (Walter Darriteau Box Set I - Ebook Edition) Watch for more at David Carter’s site. Table of Contents Title Page Also By David Carter Dedication The Inspector Walter Darriteau | Murder Mysteries | David Carter | Box Set I The | Murder Diaries | Seven Times Over Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six Chapter Thirty-Seven Chapter Thirty-Eight Chapter Thirty-Nine Chapter Forty Chapter Forty-One Chapter Forty-Two Chapter Forty-Three Chapter Forty-Four Chapter Forty-Five Chapter Forty-Six Chapter Forty-Seven Chapter Forty-Eight Chapter Forty-Nine Chapter Fifty Chapter Fifty-One Chapter Fifty-Two Chapter Fifty-Three Chapter Fifty-Four Chapter Fifty-Five Chapter Fifty-Six Chapter Fifty-Seven The Sound of Sirens One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty Thirty-One Thirty-Two Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five Thirty-Six Thirty-Seven Thirty-Eight Thirty-Nine Forty Forty-One Forty-Two Forty-Three Forty-Four Forty-Five Forty-Six Forty-Seven Forty-Eight Forty-Nine Fifty Fifty-One Fifty-Two Fifty-Three Fifty-Four Fifty-Five Fifty-Six The | Twelfth Apostle The Twelfth Apostle One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty Thirty-One Thirty-Two Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five Thirty-Six Thirty-Seven Thirty-Eight Thirty-Nine Forty Forty-One Forty-Two Forty-Three Forty-Four Forty-Five Forty-Six Forty-Seven Forty-Eight Forty-Nine Fifty Fifty-One Fifty-Two Fifty-Three Fifty-Four Fifty-Five Fifty-Six Fifty-Seven Fifty-Eight Fifty-Nine Sixty Sixty-One Sixty-Two Sixty-Three Sixty-Four Sixty-Five Sixty-Six Sixty-Seven Sixty-Eight Sixty-Nine Seventy Seventy-One Seventy-Two Seventy-Three Seventy-Four Seventy-Five Seventy-Six Seventy-Seven Seventy-Eight Seventy-Nine Eighty Eighty-One Eighty-Two Eighty-Three Eighty-Four Eighty-Five Eighty-Six Eighty-Seven Eighty-Eight Eighty-Nine Author’s Note Kissing a Killer One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty Thirty-One Thirty-Two Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five Thirty-Six Thirty-Seven Thirty-Eight David’s Notes Sign up for David Carter's Mailing List Further Reading: The Legal & the Illicit Also By David Carter About the Author This book is dedicated to the memory of the late Cecil Norman Carter 1918-1998 Much medalled D-Day veteran, sailor, signaller, swimmer, rower, grower and father Much missed Never Forgotten The Inspector Walter DarriteauMurder MysteriesDavid CarterBox Set I Books 1-4 The Murder Diaries – Seven Times Over The Sound of Sirens The Twelfth Apostle Kissing a Killer © David Carter 2019 Follow David on Twitter @TheBookBloke www.davidcarterbooks.co.uk Revised and updated edition The right of David Carter to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act of 1988 No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publishers, except by reviewers who may quote brief passages in reviews This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved Edited and Updated: May 2021 The Murder Diaries Seven Times Over This book is dedicated to the memory of the late Cecil Norman Carter 1918-1998 Highly medalled sailor, signaller, swimmer, D-Day Veteran, rower, grower and father Much missed Never Forgotten By the same author: The Inspector Walter Darriteau Books: The Murder Diaries - Seven Times Over The Sound of Sirens The Twelfth Apostle Kissing a Killer The Legal & the Illicit The Death Broker Five Dead Rooks Old Cold Bones The Walter Darriteau Box Set – One The Missing Man Falling Other Books: State Sponsored Terror The Life and Loves of Gringo Greene The Inconvenient Unborn Grist Vergette’s Curious Clock Drift and Badger and the Search for Uncle Mo Down into the Darkness The Fish Catcher The Bunny and the Bear Chapter One The orange streetlight bounced from the wet tarmac. 2.30 in the morning. No one about. No traffic, no pedestrians, no wildlife, nothing. The dark car approached the green lights. The driver saw a man coming from the right. He crossed the far lanes to the centre island. The lights turned amber. The driver slowed, coming down from fifth to third. The man glanced at the car and half nodded and set out to cross the road. In the vehicle, the right designer clad training shoe switched from B to A. Brake to acceleration. The car surged forward. The man heard the engine roar and stopped dead like a fox caught in headlights, frozen in formaldehyde, as if in some sick art exhibition. The man couldn’t believe what he saw. The lights were red; he was sure of it. He tried to move, to jump away. Too late. The bumper smashed into his knees, shattering both. The bonnet crashed into his falling body, breaking ribs, sweeping the guy high into the night. He bounced on the roof, cracking his left arm, somersaulted through the air, and crashed to the pavement. The driver glanced in the mirrors. An impression of moving black shadows, a black bundle hunched on the pavement, growing ever smaller as the car sped away. The bundle didn’t move. It would never move again. DARRITEAU YAWNED LIKE a hippopotamus. Karen glimpsed his tonsils and glanced away. ‘Excuse me,’ mumbled her boss. ‘Don’t mind me,’ she said under her breath. ‘Well, Greenwood?’ he said. ‘Anything new?’ ‘Not much. We arrested Gary Jones at Ffrith Caravan Park, but you know that.’ ‘Ah yes, Gary Jones,’ the crazy man who had been in and out of borstal and prison for twenty years. Hooligan, drug dealer, burglar, wife beater, scourge of society. At least this time he would be put away for good, but too late for some, and as if Karen was following his train of thought she said: ‘It’s Millie I feel sorry for.’ ‘Course,’ said Darriteau, pulling a face, and pondering on how the courts could have handed down one lenient sentence after another. ‘Anyway,’ said Karen, ‘this time it’s open and shut. He’s confessed. His fingerprints are all over the knife.’ ‘Mmm,’ said Darriteau, thinking of Millie and her mischievous face, that curly, mousy hair that framed her milk white phizog, those big blue eyes that entranced men so, they certainly entranced Gary Jones. Probably cost her her life. Entrancing partners wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Millie should still be here, and Darriteau felt responsible for that. ‘Anything else?’ he mumbled, trying hard to sweep the image of her smiling face from his tired brain. ‘Not much. A hit and run on the by-pass.’ ‘Oh?’ ‘Just waiting for the post mortem.’ Right on cue, Mrs Carney swept into the office. Lobbed a file on the desks. ‘Hit and run?’ she mumbled. ‘Yep,’ said Karen. Mrs Carney looked down and saw Walter Darriteau nod. ‘Two smashed knees, three broken ribs, broken left arm, and right ankle, but none of that killed him.’ ‘So what did?’ asked Karen. ‘Cracked his head on the pavement. No one could survive that. This is the prelim; you’ll have the full report before I go home.’ ‘Thank you, Sara,’ mumbled Walter. Sara Carney pursed her lips, and glanced at the pair of them, bobbed her head and left them to it. ‘So who is he?’ asked Walter. ‘Who was he?’ corrected Karen. Walter gave his sergeant a
