Bodies in the Barrels Case: Book 1 of the Procurator Fiscal Series

By Viktoria King

Lieb Canavan is a procurator fiscal (coroner) in Scotland. He is married to Rose, whose sister Heather has recently birthed her first child, and Rose has planned to visit her.

Whilst preparing for this first separation, Lieb gets a call to work. Another body has been found in a blue barrel with the distinctive WB insignia on the side. He meets up with Senior Inspector Marcus Campbell, and the case takes on a life of its own, filling in the empty time Rose is away.

For Marcus, the case takes another turn when he is partnered with Senior Inspector Grace Scott, and his many protestations of being a career bachelor crash in around him.

With Marcus and Grace helping close the bodies in the barrels case, Lieb lands another case, one that is far too close to home and one that will earn him the nickname the Iceman.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Feb 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514445099

Viktoria King

Viktoria King comes from another Perth, the one in Australia, but with a family connection to Scotland. Well-bitten by the travel bug, she's been travelling since 1988, and an opportunity to live and work in Singapore then the UK and Canada gave her every chance to travel regularly. Six years living in England provided her the opportunity to explore and connect to her Scottish homeland, so she feels it right to base her fictional characters there. Her husband is her travel companion, and their son James is the photo on the covers.

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Copyright © 2016 by Viktoria King.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2016901198

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5144-4508-2

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Rev. date: 01/30/2016

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

What Happens Next

CHAPTER 1

L ieb sat tucked into the corner of the doctor’s surgery, keeping aside from the general melee of waiting patients. He wasn’t sick, and he wasn’t fearful of catching whatever had brought these people through the doors of the clinic this morning. If he was honest with himself, he’d admit he was somewhat embarrassed by his predicament and was wishing himself anywhere else but right here right now.

But he knew Rose’s impending stay with her sister in Aberdeen would kick-start a discussion, and he needed to be ‘prepared’. Rose’s sister, Heather, had just delivered her first child—a daughter, Felicity. Lieb knew this would eventuate in discussing when the time was right for him and Rose to procreate.

Lieb loved Rose, although their first encounters were less than ideal. Rose’s role supporting families with children in need had included the unfortunate death of two of her charges—twin five-year-old boys who’d run away together instead of starting another new school. Sleeping on a train track, the boys had been hit and killed by a train before they were found. Lieb, as procurator fiscal, had been called to the scene to help ascertain if the deaths were accidental or something else. Whilst working with Rose—initially on the details of the investigation and then in a supporting role to Rose, who was called to account for the boys’ absence from the family home—Lieb had found that Rose left a mark on him, and he often found himself throughout his day thinking about her.

So when he found her beside her stopped car outside Arbroath, he took full advantage of the situation. Lieb had been sailing off the Arbroath north headland and was on his way home; Rose had been returning from a morning hiking and watching birds of prey at the Special Protection Area of the Barry Buddon Training Area when her vehicle had stopped. Lieb waited with her until Roadside Assistance had the vehicle operational again, by which time romance was triggered and further plans were made.

He let his mind wander, hoping to calm his anxiety, but he once again drifted back to that morning when he was fifteen years old, the one that had started it all.

He’d awoken after a particularly intense dream; it was not exactly a nightmare but was fast-paced and threatening in the way dreams could be when they wanted to invoke fear without substance. And he had awoken feverish and drenched in sweat.

Lieb threw back the covers and swung his legs over the bed. The pain that hit him was a freight train, the kind he’d watched being shunted through the railway yard when he was on holidays in Inverness at his nana’s. He stifled a squeal. At fifteen, he wouldn’t have it said he screamed like a girl, but the effort cost him his breath as he exhaled with explosive force.

Whilst waiting for the pain to lessen, Lieb took stock. Yes, he had a headache, and he felt he had spent the previous day in hard labour with all his muscles achy and sore, but the source of his intense pain was his testicles.

‘What the … ?’ he muttered.

Gingerly, he rose from the bed, intent on making it to the privacy of the bathroom. He might have been alone presently, but his young cousin was staying, and that meant Lieb currently had a room buddy; Jonathon could return at any moment.

Managing to reach vertical, Lieb took his first steps, but his testicles, which had now grown to the size of grapefruit, swung back and slapped against his thighs. Another rapid intake of air suppressed the impending squeal, and tears flooded his eyes. Stranded in the middle of the room with the bathroom a massive twenty paces further on, Lieb leant forward and tried another step, with his massive testicles swinging freely.

And that was when his mother found him.

Lieb came back from his reverie when the doctor called his name. This wasn’t Lieb’s family physician; he’d used his own medical credentials to line up a specialist with whom to share this embarrassing circumstance. Lieb was already painfully aware that the diagnosis of testicular mumps at fifteen years of age had most likely left him sterile, and so a stranger was a preferred candidate to confirm such news. The problem was, he could think of no one but himself to tell Rose.

And so the consultation had followed the script Lieb had imagined in his head for many years: ‘Yes, Lieb, the tests confirm azoospermia’, ‘Remember, there are new options available now, depending on the actual mechanics of the problem’, ‘A few more tests can determine if it’s just a blockage or if your sperm isn’t maturing properly’, ‘And there are ways you can still have a biological child, you just need some interventions to be successful’.

Lieb thanked Dr Goodman for his assistance and aimed for the door; he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

The April sun was weak as Lieb headed for the car, but the light wind kept the clouds at bay. And as he sat in the driver’s seat, the sun strengthened, and he basked in the warmth. It didn’t matter how many scenarios he spun in his head; telling Rose was going to take timing, and that could prove nigh on impossible. Lieb remembered all the plans he’d rehearsed when he’d bought the engagement ring and then how that homicidal fiend had interrupted and frustrated every plan until Lieb had eventually left the ring in Rose’s coffee cup. After dashing through the Perthshire countryside next to Senior Inspector Marcus Campbell in an attempt to get to another body dump before the fickle weather wiped out vital evidence, Lieb had phoned Rose and chatted through her morning routine until he heard her reach for her favourite coffee cup and gasp; then he’d asked her to marry him.

That time she’d been most supportive, understanding that his role as the fiscal (or coroner) for Perthshire, Angus, and Dundee could mean unpredictable work schedules. Would she be as supportive this time, he wondered, upon hearing he couldn’t father children?

CHAPTER 2

D undee was the fourth largest city in Scotland and the University of Dundee housed the Department of Forensic Medicine. Directly funded by the Scottish Crown Office, the university provides forensic autopsy and toxicology services to procurators fiscal in Tayside, Fife, and Central reg ions.

As in many European countries, criminal law in Scotland was administered by a public prosecutor. The prime holder of this office was the lord advocate, who with the solicitor general and advocates depute (collectively known as the Crown Counsel) prosecuted on behalf of the Crown for the High Court of Justiciary. These officials presided at Edinburgh but sat on a regular circuit in the major Scottish towns. In each ‘sheriffdom’, the lord advocate appoints a procurator fiscal, and Lieb was the procurator fiscal for the Tayside, Fife, and Central regions.

The range of cases the fiscals were mandated to investigate included road traffic fatalities, suicides, accidents at home