White Lies, Black Lies: DI Nikki Ross crime thriller, #0
By Karen Guyler
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It's just a white lie, a little white lie but it leads to the blackest lie of all.
A body on a study floor, what a way for Detective Constable Nikki Ross to start her first day in Major Crimes in Milton Keynes. As shiny and untested as her brand-new badge, she's keen to prove herself but nothing is as she'd expected when her mentor decides there's no crime to investigate.
She's ordered to move on to the next case, but her conscience has a loud voice and her promise to the victim weighs heavily on her. In her search through the lies, Nikki finds herself tightrope-walking the delicate, career-ending balance of finding the real truth. A high-profile victim has its own problems, not least of which are too many enemies with too many motives and secrets people will kill to keep hidden.
And it's not long before Nikki is gambling more than her career when her first case might be her last.
In White Lies, Black Lies, every truth is a deception, every deception a dangerous truth.
This high stakes gripping prequel to the DI Nikki Ross series will leave you questioning everything, right up until the last page. Perfect for fans of LJ Ross, Angela Marsons, JD Kirk, TG Reid, JM Dalgliesh and Alex Smith.
Karen Guyler
Always being the new girl (at nine schools on two continents) was no fun at all so books became the only constant in my life, even if they didn't help me get out of sports days. Now settled in Milton Keynes, England, I juggle reading with writing, my three children, husband and dog, a much nicer mix! I also teach creative writing for Adult Education with lots of laughing in amongst the word wrangling and discovery. You can find me at www.karenguyler.com, where you’ll discover free stories, bonus epilogues and be the first to hear about thrilling upcoming releases. If you'd like to chat, you can find me @originalkaren, on facebook at Karen Guyler Author
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White Lies, Black Lies - Karen Guyler
1
Y ou’re going to be great.
Nikki Ross tightened her grip on the steering wheel. "You’ve got this, Detective Constable ." But no matter how many times she repeated it, her stomach was still twisted and knotted around her piece of toast breakfast.
She wasn’t going to mess anything up, she wasn’t going to fall flat on her face. She’d run how the day would go over and over in her mind and it definitely wasn’t a slapstick comedy. She wasn’t going to do anything other than dazzle and prove she was worthy of being fast-tracked.
The wind threw a squall of rain needles at her windscreen, big, fat drops that sounded like stones chipping the glass. That wasn’t going to do their evidence any good if it was an outside crime scene. She flashed a smile at the uniformed PC standing beside the tall double gates at the end of the private road. That was a hard job on a dry day.
Where should she park—she pressed answer call on her steering wheel without checking the caller display. Detective Constable Nikki Ross.
An out-of-place laugh filled the car. You sound very professional.
Mum, everything okay?
Just wanted to wish you good luck.
You did that when I saw you at the weekend.
I know, but today’s the day. Major Crimes.
Nikki could hear the proud smile in her mum’s voice. You must be so excited. But you’re not doing anything major today, are you?
And the worry that was always beneath it.
Course not, it’s always induction, paperwork, procedures to start, same as any other job.
Nikki lied.
But it’s not like you’re brand new to being police?
Her mum’s radar was on point, as always.
I’m twenty-eight, you can trust me to be careful.
Nikki pushed more certainty into her voice, to drown out the ‘I’m not outside a crime scene where a body is waiting’ nerves that her mum didn’t need to hear.
Okaaay,
still not entirely convinced, let me know how it goes. So proud of you. Be safe.
Always.
Nikki took her phone out of its holder and put on her best I know what I’m doing face. No other vehicles at this end of the road yet, was she really the first here?
She slammed her car door then saw how she’d parked, like she’d just failed her driving test. She looked up at the heavy grey sky, then back at her car. She couldn’t leave it with the back wing begging to be hit by if not the forensics unit, then by the coroner’s van.
She got back in and straightened it up, but the PC watching her was its own hex. Forwards, backwards again, cringing that she looked like an idiot. On the second try she’d got it marginally more tucked in, not quite enough to be happy to leave it but at least she’d have a reliable witness if anyone did hit it.
Watching her, the PC stood guard as though it wasn’t raining. Taller than Nikki’s 5’6", she was lean and lithe even in her bulky uniform and hi-vis jacket, her ash blonde hair cut severely short beneath her hat.
Hi,
Nikki held her warrant card out. DC Nikki Ross.
The PC caught Nikki searching for her name badge. PC Stella Patterson. Nice to meet you. First day on the job?
In Major Crimes.
Nikki flapped a hand at her car. Thought I should move it so it’s not blocking the way for the others.
If they were already here, I’d tell you to make it more awkward to keep the media back,
Stella flashed a grin, make my job easier. But you can go up the drive if you’d rather, I’m the ultimate gatekeeper today,
she gestured at the keypad, I’ve got the code.
That’d be great, thanks.
Nikki drove up the shorter than expected driveway bordered by neat flower beds and well trimmed lawns on either side that flared out beyond the narrow road frontage to encircle an impressively old house. The groups of chimneys huddled together on the meandering grey slate roofs, and the white arched framed leaded-windows, straight out of the pages of a gothic novel, watched her approach.
She parked beside the other cars that didn’t belong there, a squad car and an estate.
Nikki got out of her car and pulled her Thames Valley Police ID out of her jacket in such a rush it snagged on the chunky ring she wore on her right index finger and smacked onto the brick-paved driveway. The uniformed officer guarding the front door noticed. He watched her approach with extra interest.
She pulled her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and injected a confidence that she deserved to be there into her strides to meet him while she studied the house extra carefully.
I didn’t think my first Major Crimes case would be somewhere like this. I expected a bedsit, a drugs den, any of the clichés.
The officer followed her gaze sweeping the huge frontage of the grand house behind him. Pah, people who live in places like this are just as likely to be criminals, probably more.
She flashed her ID without dropping it. He looked at her for a beat too long. Nikki resisted the urge to stand taller, straighter. If she heard one more time about how she looked like she’d just left school, was she there with her dad, the team might be investigating assault on an officer as well. Maybe he could feel her bristling because he just noted her name in the crime scene log.
First door on the left. Reg is already in there, DS Reg Collins.
Thanks.
Good start, her mentor had beat her there.
The PC put an arm out in front of her. Suits are there.
He nodded at the box beside him.
She reached for one of the plastic packages as though that had been exactly her intention. She looked along the front of the house, no handy bench to sit there, Nikki went back to her car to pull the Tyvek forensic overall over her black trouser suit. She worked it over her boots, threw her coat in her car and gave herself a good talking to. Nerves had no place there, leave them in the car. She’d got this, not her first rodeo, even though it felt like it beneath the PC’s stare.
Mask on, at the door she slipped on plastic overshoes to rustle her way inside to a real cliché: a study clad in dark wood panelling that contained a huge French polished desk, even a globe on a castored stand in one corner and a leather wing-backed chair in another, side on to an ornate fireplace. And on the rug richly patterned in deep shades of burgundy and gold, lay an old man, one hand outstretched as though he was reaching for the empty crystal tumbler in front of him.
She breathed in the fug of stale cigar smoke, the reek of spilled whisky and an undertone of despair.
The bald man leaning over the body straightened up, the hand not holding his notebook cradling his back. You shouldn’t be in here, it’s a restricted area.
Nikki held out her ID until she realised she must look ridiculous holding it up to a fellow officer. She fumbled it away. Nikki Ross, boss.
You’re the new one?
His question went up a bit too much at the end.
At Major Crimes,
she nodded, not in the job.
Good because I’m not here to babysit. Impress me then,
he cradled his stomach, tell me what you see.
She swallowed, she hadn’t thrown up at the sight of a body yet but today would be the worst day to start. She focused on the scene, it was peculiar how clean it was. She’d have expected more blood, more violence, more everything but the man on the floor could just have fallen over and might get up at any moment.
Bending forward, Nikki breathed through her mouth even though the stench of death hadn’t yet become the faintest waft. Closer, closer, closer to the victim to see what his last expression could tell her.
In her mental reruns of how her first day as Detective Constable would go, Nikki had expected a lot of things. But she hadn’t expected to know the victim.
2
Nikki gasped and stepped away from the body.
Don’t you dare throw up in here.
Reg shouted.
I’m not going to throw up.
She took another step backwards. This isn’t the first body I’ve seen.
What’s the matter then?
I wasn’t expecting it to be him.
The rich and famous die too.
He flapped a hand at the victim. Come on, haven’t got all day. Tell me what you see.
Nikki studied the victim’s face. Blue eyes now dulled, lined skin now greying made him look different. Smiling, he did a lot of smiling, on TV and in media photos and he definitely wasn’t smiling now. She didn’t really know him, he was familiar from where she’d seen him on the screen. He’d been a vibrant man with a big personality. But, lying there, he looked small: every year of his must be sixty-four or sixty-five. He’d always appeared so polished, so on it, he would have hated how they were seeing his grey hair as more styled by a hedge than a top hairdresser. She resisted the urge to smooth it down.
Well?
Reg asked.
Sir Benedict Hartley.
Nikki almost whispered his name. She definitely hadn’t known him.
Tell me something not so bleeding obvious. Every crime tells a story and it's our job to decipher the truth from the lies. So what truths can you see?
Nikki squatted down, trusting her heartbeat to settle down. No sign of any outward injury, where we can see, anyway. He could have a wound underneath him. We’ll need to check his medical records, see if he had a health issue that could explain a sudden death.
She gestured at the glass. We’ll also need to run a tox screen, check what was in there—
The ringing of a mobile in the room was loud, intrusive.
Reg grappled his phone out of his trouser pocket and checked the screen. Hello? . . . Sir?
He moved away from the victim, walking out into the grand entrance hallway which only served to amplify his voice so Nikki could hear his conversation clearly. I see . . . well, it’s early yet . . . yes, I understand . . . nothing to the contrary so far. . . you can count on me. . .
His voice faded as his steps took him outside.
Nikki circled the desk careful not to displace anything. The top sheet of paper on a scruffy pile was a report filled with tables, numbers that were a lot of figures long which was to be expected. The names made little sense to her. Finance division would need to look at that. She snapped a photo with her phone.
Next to the documents was a photo frame lying face down. She squatted to look at it from underneath but the upper corner that protruded beyond the desk edge showed her only