Caroline

By Michael T Ashgillian

A prominent local businessman walks into a police station suffering from an apparent breakdown and confesses to murder. A body is found triggering a murder investigation that seems an open and shut case - until Caroline tells her story. A short story.One of six short stories also published in an anthology by the author under the title 'Pieces of Fate'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Cap Publishing
• Release date: Sep 12, 2010
• ISBN: 9780956436955

Michael T Ashgillian

David P Elliot was born in Reading in the UK and, apart from 8 years in the Police Service in the 1970s, he spent almost 30 years in the IT industry before leaving to concentrate on his first love, writing. His debut novel ‘CLAN’, to which ‘The Gathering’ is a sequel, is a historical, supernatural thriller, first published in December 2008 and so far has sold in 16 countries, as well as being translated into German and can be downloaded as an audio book in MP3 or iPod formats narrated by the author. He has 3 grown up children and 3 grandchildren one of which inspired the novel. He now lives in Faringdon UK, with his partner Monika, a native of Munich. ‘Pieces of Fate’ his second book is an anthology of short stories in the ‘Tales of the Unexpected’ mode and is available in paperback or as an e-book, with the individual stories available only in e-book form. He is also working on developing ‘Clan’ as a feature film. You can find out more at www.davidpelliot.com

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CAROLINE

David P Elliot

CAROLINE

David P Elliot

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ONE

Detective Chief Inspector Matthew Richards stood looking through the one way mirror into the interview room, observing the man sat at the table fixed in place against the far wall.

The man had hardly moved, as far as Richards could tell, since he had been led into the interview room by the desk sergeant George Brown, who had placed him in the seat.

The room was sparsely furnished. Apart from a small shelf fixed to the wall alongside the table, upon which sat a tape machine for recording interviews, a printed plastic notice pinned to the wall explaining prisoners’ rights and the unoccupied chair directly opposite the man, it was empty.

Empty that is, save for the rather bored looking uniformed police constable, leaning with arms folded across his chest, against the door to the room, ostensibly guarding the - ‘What was he?’ Richards thought, ‘Prisoner?’ ‘Witness?’

Without turning his gaze away from the man in the room, Richards spoke to Sergeant Brown who was now standing alongside him ‘Tell me again what he said, George.’

‘He came in alone 30 minutes ago, walked up to the desk and just said, ‘He’s dead. I killed him. He’s dead.’

I asked him who was dead, but he didn’t answer, he just kept repeating over and over ‘He’s dead, I killed him.’

Richards studied the man again as he sat motionless; both hands flat on the table before him, with his head bowed staring at a spot between his hands on the table. For some reason, Richards thought he looked like a medieval aristocrat awaiting the fall of the