The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4

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The Murder Diaries - Seven Times Over
The Sound of Sirens
Kissing a Killer
The Death Broker
The Bunny and the Bear - A Cold and Frosty Winter
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The Legal & the Illicit
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Table of Contents
Title Page
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Dedication
The Inspector Walter Darriteau | Murder Mysteries | David Carter | Box Set I
The | Murder Diaries | Seven Times Over
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
The Sound of Sirens
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
Forty-Two
Forty-Three
Forty-Four
Forty-Five
Forty-Six
Forty-Seven
Forty-Eight
Forty-Nine
Fifty
Fifty-One
Fifty-Two
Fifty-Three
Fifty-Four
Fifty-Five
Fifty-Six
The | Twelfth Apostle
The Twelfth Apostle
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
Forty-Two
Forty-Three
Forty-Four
Forty-Five
Forty-Six
Forty-Seven
Forty-Eight
Forty-Nine
Fifty
Fifty-One
Fifty-Two
Fifty-Three
Fifty-Four
Fifty-Five
Fifty-Six
Fifty-Seven
Fifty-Eight
Fifty-Nine
Sixty
Sixty-One
Sixty-Two
Sixty-Three
Sixty-Four
Sixty-Five
Sixty-Six
Sixty-Seven
Sixty-Eight
Sixty-Nine
Seventy
Seventy-One
Seventy-Two
Seventy-Three
Seventy-Four
Seventy-Five
Seventy-Six
Seventy-Seven
Seventy-Eight
Seventy-Nine
Eighty
Eighty-One
Eighty-Two
Eighty-Three
Eighty-Four
Eighty-Five
Eighty-Six
Eighty-Seven
Eighty-Eight
Eighty-Nine
Author’s Note
Kissing a Killer
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
David’s Notes
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This book
 is dedicated to the memory
of the late
Cecil Norman Carter
1918-1998
Much medalled D-Day veteran, sailor, signaller, swimmer, rower, grower and father
Much missed
Never Forgotten


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The Murder Diaries – Seven Times Over
The Sound of Sirens
The Twelfth Apostle
Kissing a Killer


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Edited and Updated: May 2021


The Murder Diaries Seven Times Over


This book
is dedicated to the memory
of the late
Cecil Norman Carter
1918-1998
Highly medalled sailor, signaller, swimmer,
D-Day Veteran,
rower, grower and father
Much missed
Never Forgotten


By the same author:
The Inspector Walter Darriteau Books:
The Murder Diaries - Seven Times Over
The Sound of Sirens
The Twelfth Apostle
Kissing a Killer
The Legal & the Illicit
The Death Broker
Five Dead Rooks
Old Cold Bones
The Walter Darriteau Box Set – One
The Missing Man
Falling
Other Books:
State Sponsored Terror
The Life and Loves of Gringo Greene
The Inconvenient Unborn
Grist Vergette’s Curious Clock
Drift and Badger and the Search for Uncle Mo
Down into the Darkness
The Fish Catcher
The Bunny and the Bear


Chapter One
The orange streetlight bounced from the wet tarmac. 2.30 in the morning. No one about. No traffic, no pedestrians, no wildlife, nothing. The dark car approached the green lights. The driver saw a man coming from the right. He crossed the far lanes to the centre island. The lights turned amber. The driver slowed, coming down from fifth to third. The man glanced at the car and half nodded and set out to cross the road.
In the vehicle, the right designer clad training shoe switched from B to A. Brake to acceleration. The car surged forward. The man heard the engine roar and stopped dead like a fox caught in headlights, frozen in formaldehyde, as if in some sick art exhibition. The man couldn’t believe what he saw. The lights were red; he was sure of it. He tried to move, to jump away. Too late. The bumper smashed into his knees, shattering both. The bonnet crashed into his falling body, breaking ribs, sweeping the guy high into the night. He bounced on the roof, cracking his left arm, somersaulted through the air, and crashed to the pavement.
The driver glanced in the mirrors. An impression of moving black shadows, a black bundle hunched on the pavement, growing ever smaller as the car sped away. The bundle didn’t move.
It would never move again.
DARRITEAU YAWNED LIKE a hippopotamus. Karen glimpsed his tonsils and glanced away.
‘Excuse me,’ mumbled her boss.
‘Don’t mind me,’ she said under her breath.
‘Well, Greenwood?’ he said. ‘Anything new?’
‘Not much. We arrested Gary Jones at Ffrith Caravan Park, but you know that.’
‘Ah yes, Gary Jones,’ the crazy man who had been in and out of borstal and prison for twenty years. Hooligan, drug dealer, burglar, wife beater, scourge of society. At least this time he would be put away for good, but too late for some, and as if Karen was following his train of thought she said: ‘It’s Millie I feel sorry for.’
‘Course,’ said Darriteau, pulling a face, and pondering on how the courts could have handed down one lenient sentence after another.
‘Anyway,’ said Karen, ‘this time it’s open and shut. He’s confessed. His fingerprints are all over the knife.’
‘Mmm,’ said Darriteau, thinking of Millie and her mischievous face, that curly, mousy hair that framed her milk white phizog, those big blue eyes that entranced men so, they certainly entranced Gary Jones. Probably cost her her life. Entrancing partners wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Millie should still be here, and Darriteau felt responsible for that.
‘Anything else?’ he mumbled, trying hard to sweep the image of her smiling face from his tired brain.
‘Not much. A hit and run on the by-pass.’
‘Oh?’
‘Just waiting for the post mortem.’
Right on cue, Mrs Carney swept into the office. Lobbed a file on the desks.
‘Hit and run?’ she mumbled.
‘Yep,’ said Karen.
Mrs Carney looked down and saw Walter Darriteau nod.
‘Two smashed knees, three broken ribs, broken left arm, and right ankle, but none of that killed him.’
‘So what did?’ asked Karen.
‘Cracked his head on the pavement. No one could survive that. This is the prelim; you’ll have the full report before I go home.’
‘Thank you, Sara,’ mumbled Walter.
Sara Carney pursed her lips, and glanced at the pair of them, bobbed her head and left them to it.
‘So who is he?’ asked Walter.
‘Who was he?’ corrected Karen.
Walter gave his sergeant a