By Peter Guttridge
First gripping secret within the Brighton Trilogy - July 1934. A woman’s torso is located in a trunk at Brighton railway station’s left baggage place of work. Her id isn't confirmed, her killer by no means stuck. yet an individual is holding a diary . . . July 2009. formidable radio journalist Kate Simpson hopes to unravel the infamous Brighton Trunk homicide, and he or she enlists assistance from ex-Chief Constable Robert Watts, whose function within the contemporary botched armed-police operation in Milldean, Brighton’s infamous no-go sector, fee him his activity. yet it’s just a subject of time sooner than earlier and current collide . . .
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The toilet faced the door. A man was sitting on it, hunched forward, his head over his bony knees, his trousers and a widening pool of blood eddying around his ankles. Most of the policemen were crowded in the doorway of the front bedroom, looking in, guns dangling. She could hear a television blaring somewhere in the room. She was tall enough to see over the shoulders of the two who were blocking her way. She saw the double bed, saw the man sitting up in it. He was bare-chested, tilted to one side.
It wasn’t safe to send fire officers in. Other houses were broken into. Later, we heard about three rapes. I wanted to go down but thought it more sensible to stay at HQ, both for operational reasons and because I was myself a flashpoint. Chief Inspector Anderson was OPS1 for the evening so I avoided the Ops Room – he was easily alarmed. The Hampshire police, meanwhile, were hard at work. They hadn’t been able to locate Finch, Foster and Edwards, either. And the identity of Edwards’s snitch was not, of course, logged into the computer system.
But, then, when didn’t we? She was appalled that I should defend my officers for such a horrendous crime without knowing the facts. I pointed out that she didn’t know the facts either. The conversation went downhill after that. The evening papers all over the country agreed with her. They questioned my ‘arrogant prejudgement’ of the case. The riot in Milldean started that night. It was the crime families taking the piss. Reminding us who really ran the estate; punishing us for carrying out an operation in their neighbourhood without their say-so.