A botched attempt to extort money has tragic consequences.
An embarrassing DNA match to an unsolved rape and murder twenty years before means DI Colin Strong has to use his best diplomatic tactics.
Simultaneously, journalist Bob Souter is tasked with writing about that same case to re-focus public attention. Will the newspaper’s actions help or hinder the police?
Meanwhile, Strong’s team has two separate murder enquiries to run.
With their friendship under duress, will Souter and Strong be able to work together? Find out in TAINTED – book 4 in the acclaimed Wakefield Series!
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GUEST POST FROM DAVID EVANS
COLIN AND BOB – THE EARLY YEARS – FOOTBALL
April 1974 and on a school’s football pitch a tense match was reaching its conclusion. The referee’s final whistle blows just as the rain that had fallen steadily during most of the second half finally relents. Contrasting reactions between the losers, whose heads drop in disappointment and the winners, some of whom raise their arms and let out muffled cries of relief.
A seventeen-year-old Bob Souter punches the air and seeks out his best mate, Colin Strong, further upfield.
A couple of the opposition players offer handshakes to Bob before his teammate approaches.
“Christ, that was close,” Colin says.
Trudging off, Bob comments, “Could have been safer if you’d not missed a couple of chances.” A broad smile comes over his face.
“Piss off,” Colin responds. “I scored the winner, didn’t I?”
Bob puts an arm round Colin’s shoulder. “Not bad, I must admit. Peter Lorimer would have been proud,” He says, referring to the Scottish striker.
“Mick Channon, you mean.” His friend preferring comparison to the England man.
Bob laughs. “But he’s not off to the World Cup though, is he?”
The fact that Scotland had qualified for that year’s Football World Cup but England hadn’t provided Bob with endless scope to taunt his friend. Bob had been born in Scotland but moved to the Doncaster area with his family eleven years earlier when his father took a job in one of the nearby pits. He and Colin had been best friends ever since. “Just as well I tucked that one away in the first half, though,” he adds.
“Not to mention Edgy making a couple of good saves.” Colin means the team’s goalkeeper, John Edge. About to say something else, he pauses as their PE teacher joins them.
“Bob, there’s someone who’d like to talk to you,” the teacher says, indicating a man dressed in an overcoat, holding up an umbrella standing on the touchline.
As Colin makes his way back to the dressing room, Bob and his teacher walk towards the man.
“What was all that about?” Colin asks, as the two friends dress after taking a shower.
Bob grins. “A scout.”
Colin raises his eyebrows. “Thought so. Who from?”
“Chesterfield.” Bob buttons up his school shirt.
Colin stops tying his shoelaces and looks up. “Christ, they’re doing well in the third division.”
Bob’s grin broadens. “I know. They want me to come along to a training session and maybe play a game or two with their reserves.”
“That’s brilliant, Bob.” He stands up. “You know, I really think you could make it.”
“But what about you?”
Colin shakes his head. “Yeah, I might be good, but I’m not as good as you.”
Bob pauses putting his kit in a bag and stares at his mate for a second. “You mean that, don’t you?”
“Wouldn’t have said it otherwise.”
“I’d love to make it as a professional,” Bob muses. “Do you honestly think I could, Col?”
“Too bloody right I do … provided you don’t cock it up.”
“What about you? Do you think you could?”
“Maybe a good amateur or semi-pro side but …” Colin considers. “I’ll be concentrating on trying to get to uni.”
“Swot.” Bob puts on his socks. “One thing’s for sure though,” he says, “No way am I following Dad down the pit, even with that huge rise they’ve just had.”
“Nor me.” Colin looks at Bob who’s starting to fidget. “What’s up with you?”
Bob begins to unzip his trousers. “Bollocks,” he says.
“Are they in there?”
“No, silly sod, I’ve only just put my underpants on wrong way round.”
As he wriggled out of his trousers, Colin laughs. “Numpty.”
“Anyway,” Bob replies, finishing his adjustments, “I could see you in the police.”
“What, in uniform?”
“No, CID. I can see you as George Carter in The Sweeney.” Bob means Dennis Waterman’s TV character.
“Not Jack Regan?”
“Maybe when you’re old.”
“Bollocks! Let’s go.”
The two pick up their bags and leave the changing room.
David Evans, Feb. 2019
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
David Evans is a Scots-born writer who found his true love as well as his inspiration for his detective series, in Wakefield. Having written all his life, in 2012 he decided to go for it – successfully as the next year, in 2013, he was shortlisted for the CWA Debut Dagger Award.
The Wakefield Series became an International Bestseller in June 2017 with success in Canada and Australia as well as the UK.
Early 2018 Disposal was published, the first book in the Tendring Series, a new detective series, set in north Essex in the 1970s.
Now, the first three books in the Wakefield series have been republished by Orchard View Publications with brand new covers – Orchard View Publications also publishes the fourth book in the series, TAINTED.
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