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The Bluebell Informant – Chapter Five

If you’re not up to speed on The Bluebell Informant so far, the first three chapters can be found here.

Chapter Five

The search was completed and still Giles insisted that they check again. The constables scowled at her from across the evidence table but they did as they were told and systematically went through every pocket, pulling each one inside out so that Giles could see they were empty before moving on to the next.

She had no authority here – Giles knew it, but they didn’t seem to. Giles imagined that if Harris knew what she was doing he would have put a stop to it in an instant. But – at the moment – he was far too distracted by the search of the pillbox to pay her any attention. And besides, it wasn’t like she was tampering with evidence. She’d been sure to allow the officers to do all the handling – if anything ever came of it, there would be no question that she hadn’t handled any of the evidence directly…

She glanced over towards the bunker. Stood by the opening, Harris and his sergeant peered motionlessly in through the opening, watching as the bright torchlight of the SOCO swung back and forth as he made his search.

Part of her hoped that they would find the bullet casing in there. She would hate Harris to think that she’d distracted him just so she could wander around his crime scene unimpeded. Of course that was exactly what she had done, but she didn’t want him to know that. The chances were the bullet casing would be in there – either that or at the bottom of the river – and, if they were, that would put an entirely different spin on the day’s events.

It’s the only place it could possibly be…

She turned back to constable.

‘That’s all, Sarge,’ he said, dropping the trousers back in the evidence bag and dropping it to one side.

Giles stared down at the three items in the bags in front of her, scrutinising them with every analytical skill she possessed.

‘So let’s be clear,’ she muttered. ‘We have a phone, a wallet and a set of keys.’

‘Right,’ the officer replied, rolling his eyes as he leant against the table. ‘And definitely no train ticket.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘Of course, I’m bloody sure.’

‘What about in his wallet?’

‘Not there either,’ he replied, picking up the bag with the wallet inside. Keeping it inside the bag, he carefully opened the wallet and showed Giles the contents. ‘Look, see? A couple of twenties, some loose change, his Britain’s Own Party membership card, National Insurance card, picture of his wife and kid, debit card, credit card and no train ticket.’

Giles stared down at the wallet. She asked him to run through the contents a couple more times before she was finally satisfied. With a nod of thanks she stepped back from the table and stared off towards the pillbox.

‘So, if Barker didn’t have it, there’s only one place it can be…’

She watched for a few moments as the torchlight hovered in the air as the SOCO inside the pillbox scrutinised the floor. A little beyond, Giles could see the swaggering figure of Daniel Barker pacing back and forth, nervously looking towards the hive of activity that was building up around the little concrete structure. Already, Harris was beckoning more SOCOs over to the new site. He helped two more climb in and passed them their equipment before peering anxiously in through the wide opening.

Giles knew there was only a little more time left.

She had to take her chance now.

With a quick glance around, Giles made her way swiftly and silently down the path towards the next field. When she reached the field boundary, she glanced back over her shoulder towards the pillbox before moving stealthily behind the hedgerows. From there, she walked smartly up towards the small group of officers who stood around Barker.

She had no real need to flash her warrant card, but she did so all the same as a burly sergeant moved forward to intercept her.

‘I need to speak to this man, Sergeant,’ she barked with clipped precision.

She had no authority over him – they both knew that. They were both sergeants, just with different responsibilities – but Giles often found that many uniformed officers were a lot more likely to back down if she behaved like she had additional authority over them.

This sergeant was not one of them.

‘I’m sorry, Detective,’ he replied. ‘I can’t let you speak to him without prior approval from Detective Inspector Harris.’

‘But I have approval,’ Giles replied quickly, glancing towards Barker who stood watching the exchange with increasing interest. ‘I was here with Harris only half an hour ago.’

‘I understood that he had you escorted from the scene…’

‘And yet I’m still here,’ Giles fired back. ‘What does that suggest to you, Sergeant?’

The sergeant stared blankly at her, his hands twitching as he reached up for his radio.

‘If you don’t mind, I’ll just check.’

‘Course I don’t mind,’ Giles shrugged, stepping around him. ‘Harris told me I wouldn’t have any problems but if you want to disturb him to prove him wrong then that’s your concern. I’ll just get on with talking with this man whilst you get dressed down.’

It was a gamble and one that she was almost certain wouldn’t work. And yet, as she stepped around the sergeant he made no move to stop her from carrying on straight to Barker. Even when she arrived in front of the former politician, the sergeant still hadn’t called it in, although his hand remained glued to his radio as he stepped away to give them some space.

Now dressed in a cheap shirt and pair of trousers, Barker looked a mere shadow of the man that Giles had come to hate. But his body still stood rigid with the public school boy propriety that had been drilled into him since his formative years. He sucked slowly on a cigarette, pondering Giles with eyes that appeared almost hypnotic now that she could see them up close.

He flashed a smug grin and took a long drag of his cigarette as his eyes wandered up Giles’ body.

‘Well played, Giles,’ he said, exhaling the smoke up into the air above Giles’ head. ‘I have to admit I was sceptical at first, but after seeing that display…’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Giles replied, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

Barker crooned: ‘Of course not,’ and tapping his nose with his index finger, whispered, ‘mum’s the word.’

Giles scowled, shooting a glance over her shoulder at the sergeant. He was a good ten metres away, but he watched their exchanges like a hunting hawk. She turned back towards Barker.

‘I have some questions.’

‘I thought you might.’

‘Are you going to answer them?’

‘I might. You get me out of this mess and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.’

‘And why would I do that?’

‘Because you didn’t sneak up here and con your way into talking with me to solve a murder.’

Giles hesitated. She could see how the man got so far in politics. He was sharp and blunt – he could almost have been a lawyer in a previous life – and his eyes shone with an intelligence that far surpassed the usual person that Giles would interview day-to-day.

Barker tilted his head to one side, pondering Giles until a shuffle of footsteps from a nearby constable snapped him out of whatever thought he’d been thinking.

‘So,’ he said, clapping his hands together. ‘Shall we begin?’

Giles sneered: ‘You’re not my informant.’

‘And you’re not the detective I thought you were, but we all make mistakes.’ Baker glanced around to check for anyone listening. ‘I must admit, I didn’t do my research thoroughly enough. I knew enough to know that I couldn’t trust your DI with the information, but Giles seemed like a good, strong English name that I never imagined it might belong to a chink…’ He eyed her curiously. ‘Your father’s?’

‘My husband’s.’

‘Yes, of course,’ he replied, glancing down at her wedding ring. ‘It was a mistake that I will not be lightly making again. However, you are who you are – neither of us can help that. And, as it happens, you seem to be rather a capable detective and, more importantly, you are the one I have been dealing with up until now…’

‘You’re fishing…’ Giles muttered, shaking her head knowingly.


For a moment, his eyes left Giles and drifted across the field towards the pillbox. Giles turned to follow his gaze. They couldn’t see it from where they were – the hedgerows obscured it from view – but it was clear that something was going on. From beyond the hedgerows, Giles could hear the excited calling of Harris marshalling his officers and through the gaps in the bushes she could see the occasional flashes of white overalls as the SOCOs descended on the pillbox.

She turned back towards Barker, noting with satisfaction the look of intensity on his face.

‘It’s only a matter of time, you know,’ she said firmly. ‘They’re tearing that pillbox apart as we speak.’

Barker shrugged. ‘I trust they will do a thorough job.’

Giles chuckled, shaking her head as she tried to control her emotions.

‘You don’t seriously expect to get away with this, do you?’ she asked between laughs. ‘A guy ends up dead with his head blown in and you’re the chief suspect. It’s only a matter of time before the evidence falls overwhelmingly against you. And no golfing experiences with Harris’ superior officer is going to change that…’

‘Unless, of course, I didn’t do it.’

‘I find that hard to believe…’

‘Really?’ Barker interrupted, ripping his attention away from the direction of the pillbox. ‘Then why are you here?’

Giles smiled – an uncomfortable feeling of glee crept into her body, filling her mind with excitement and satisfaction. She had always wondered why good people turned bad and now, with vengeance so close, she could understand it. But she was better than those people – she wouldn’t bring about Barker’s demise. She would just sit back and watch it happen.

‘Because I want to remember,’ she muttered. ‘I want to remember how cocky you looked before Harris finds what he is looking for and wipes that smile from your face. You see I know you murdered that man. I don’t know why, but I don’t really care. I’m just going to be as much help as I can to investigation and know – deep in my heart – that I am helping to bring down the man who brought so much fear and terror to my people. And when you come crashing down, I will be there to see it.’

She waited for a long while, staring hard at Barker, willing him to react. But he didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. He just turned his head away from her and looked back towards the pillbox, his face glowing with confidence.

After a few moments, Giles could feel a surge of anger pulsing through her veins. She turned away from him and began to walk away. It was only when she passed the sergeant that Barker spoke again, calling out to her as she marched back towards the pillbox.

‘I’m a confident man, Detective Giles,’ he shouted. ‘That should tell you everything you need to know.’

nick1Nick R B Tingley is a crime writer from the UK. After several years working as a ghostwriter, Nick released his debut novel The Bluebell Informant– the first in his DS Evelyn Giles series. He is currently working on the second in the series – The Court of Obsessions – as well as a Victorian-era mystery novella called The Butcher of Barclay’s Hollow. 

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Competition: The Cheating Jeweller Update

A quick update for you. The first #GilesCase – The Cheating Jeweller is will close for contest entries on Friday at midnight!

This is your chance to pit those detective loving skills of yours against Detective Sergeant Giles and see if you can crack the case before I reveal the solution next week. To enter, all you need to do is tell me who you think the murderer of John Maxwell was, and what his/her/their motive. Entries are completely free – just head here and within a few minutes your entry will be submitted to win some great crime fiction prizes.

If you haven’t caught up with the case yet, you can find all five days’ update here:

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

The winning entry will be drawn at random next week and one lucky winner will win a selection of nifty prizes including:

  • A signed copy of my short story, Dressed to Deceive
  • A selection of books from some awesome crime fiction writers from my personal library
  • A special mystery prize

And – to add to that – I am also working on releasing physical copies of The Bluebell Informant in the near future, so I will chuck one of those in for good measure.

So, what are you waiting for? Enter Now!

Competition: The Cheating Jeweller – Day Five

Finally, Day Five is here – Welcome to the fifth and final daily round up for the first every Giles Case. The solution to the crime is just around the corner – the only question is: will you be able to solve the case?

As of now the competition page is now up and running right here. I will be asking two questions:

Who killed John Maxwell?

And what was the motive?

Give me those answers and you enter yourself in for a chance to win some cool crime fiction prizes.

What if you haven’t seen the tweets for the last four days? Not to worry, you can catch up everything right here:

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

Day Four

But, without further ado, I hand you over to Giles for the final day of this curious murder case.

The story so far:

John Maxwell has been found dead in his apartment, his head bashed in by a blunt instrument. The doors were locked and so far the evidence is pointing in a very specific direction. We have a suspect and a motive. But is it really that easy?

07.45 – Interview with Jake Bachelor.

07.46 – ‘I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill John, I swear. My wife will give me an alibi…’

07.47 – ‘She’s away on a modelling shoot in Ireland, but when she gets back she’ll tell you.’

07.48 – ‘We go out most nights. If you tell me what day he died, I’ll tell you where we were…’

07.49 – Why was the wedding ring in your study?

07.50 – ‘I don’t know. I’ve never seen that before.’

08.15 – I take the ring back to Gareth Edwards. He confirms it is the missing ring.

08.16 – ‘I will be going over to Europe for a few days for a business meeting.’

08.17 – ‘Please email me if you recover the necklace.’

08.18 – I ask him when he’s due to leave.

08.19 – ‘I’ll be flying out of Gatwick at 19.42 to Rotterdam.’

10.34 – Forensics call. They have another match for Maxwell’s fingerprint.

10.35 – Not only is it linked to a drugs bust, but it also seems to belong to another person…

10.36 – A Leslie Dowager. It looks like Maxwell was more than just a casual user.

10.37 – According to reports, Leslie Dowager is big-time crook: not only a drug baron but also an expert cat burglar…

10.38 – I begin to feel uneasy. Something about this doesn’t make sense.

10.39 – If Maxwell was secretly a big time crook, how was Jake able to get the drop on him so easily.

10.40 – Forensics also report the hammer from Jake’s apartment does not have any traces of Maxwell’s blood on it.

10.41 – I let Jake go, but tell him to stay in the country.

11.05 – I sit down with Scutter and go through the evidence.

11.06 – Maxwell was murdered by someone in his bedroom – it suggests it was someone he knew…

11.07 – A lover perhaps? Was Jake right? Was his wife having an affair with Maxwell?

11.08 – The person then locked the doors behind them, so they must have had a key…

11.09 – The sister, Lia Maxwell? But why would she want to murder her brother…?

11.10 – The suspect also knew about the jewellery, or else how would they know to look for it?

11.11 – Gareth Edwards? But why kill his business partner? And how did he get the ring into Jake’s apartment?

11.12 – Did someone else have access to both apartments? Ms Jasmine Kinkade, the landlady, for instance…?

11.15 – I think I know who did it. But there’s only one way to prove it.

15.56 – I print out a picture of my suspect and head round to see Marjory Becker.

15.57 – I ask her about Maxwell. Did he say anything to her?

15.58 – ‘No. He seemed shocked at first, but then he just nodded and chatted with me for a minute or so.’

15.59 – And this happened about three weeks ago?

16.00 – ‘That’s right, dear.’

16.01 – I show her a picture of my suspect.

16.02 – ‘That’s right. That’s him. Isn’t he handsome?’

16.03 – I now know who killed John Maxwell. I just need the proof.

End of Day Five

So, there you have it. That’s all for this investigation.

Do you know who killed John Maxwell? Do you know why they did it?

Remember to submit your solution here for a chance to win some cool crime fiction goodies.

The competition will be open for entries to be submitted until Midnight (GMT) on Friday 14th April . After that, the correct answers will be entered into the prize draw and the winner will be announced shortly after through Giles’ Twitter account.

Remember, entry is absolutely free so you have nothing to lose.

Good luck, good hunting. See you on the other side.

It’s Release Day!

It’s been a long time in the planning, but the day is finally here. The Bluebell Informant has finally been officially released to download!! Check it out at Nook and Kobo to get it for free! (If you’re a Kindle reader, here’s the Amazon link – but read on if you want to get it for free!)

That’s right – after nearly two years of work, I’ve finally got the first chapter of the DS Evelyn Giles series out into the world, and so far the response has been awesome.

How do you catch a killer who is already dead?

One year ago, the Bluebell Killer killed his last victim. He was shot and killed, leaving behind a legacy of twenty corpses and a name that people will fear for years to come…

A year later, a man is shot in the back of the head and left in a field of bluebells.
Is it a mugging gone wrong? A copycat killer? Or is the Bluebell Killer still out there, waiting to pounce on his next victim?

For DS Evelyn Giles the solution is simple – it’s just another dirty politician caught committing an unforgiveable crime. But with the evidence stacking up against him, Giles’ suspect has one more surprise in store for her…
And his words will throw everything she knows into question…

‘It’s not over yet.’

The past is coming back to haunt DS Giles. She’s already sacrificed much for the lie. The only question is how much more will she suffer for the truth?

Add on top of that – the first Giles Case is coming to its conclusion today. If you haven’t been following the case so far, check it out now. There is a chance to win some nice little goodies if you can guess the identity of the killer and the motive for murder – perfect for all you crime fiction buffs out there. The competition closes on the 14th April, so make sure you get your entries in by then. It’s free to enter and should be quite fun.

And – as if that wasn’t enough for today – I am delighted to announce that I am currently elbow deep in sorting out a paperback version of The Bluebell Informant, which should be released in the coming months. As some of you may know, I wanted to give the Bluebell Informant away, but a large portion of my readers are keen to have a physical copy even if it will cost them a bit to get it…

What was that rule about giving the people what they want…?

Anyway, more updates on that to follow.

Oh – and on the subject of cost…

Despite their price matching promise, Amazon are still charging for the Kindle version of The Bluebell Informant – for the time being at least. Sure it’s only £0.99 (or $1.23) but that’s still £0.99 more than I wanted to give it away for.

So – being a man of my word – I have set up my own giveaway so that the Kindle readers amongst you can still get a free copy to read. Just follow the link and you will be able to download a copy that you can then send to your Kindle address…

Just follow this link. 

Check it out and – if you get a chance – please take a few moment to leave a review as well. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Competition: The Cheating Jeweller – Day Four

Welcome to the third daily round up of the first Giles Case –  and the case is really beginning to hot up now.

If you haven’t caught up on the evidence from the previous three days, you can find them through the following links:

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

Remember, if you solve the crime and submit your entry you will be in with a chance to win some cool crime fiction goodies.

Best of luck and remember to keep track of all that evidence. It might be crucial.

The story so far:

John Maxwell has been found dead in his apartment, his head bashed in by a blunt instrument. The doors were locked and no one seemed to notice that he was even missing, but everyone seems to think he was suspicious of one person in particular…

Over to you, Giles.

08.47 – Gareth Edwards, Maxwell’s business partner, seems as surprised as I am.

08.48 – ‘I don’t understand. He took some items to the bank, I swear it.’

08.49 – ‘A rare diamond and gold necklace and jewel encrusted wedding ring.’

08.50 – I advise him to make an insurance claim…

08.51 – ‘They won’t accept it if the jewels never made it to the bank. Not unless we can prove they were stolen.’

08.52 – Maybe Maxwell was keeping the jewels at home for safe keeping. Robbery may be the motive.

10.20 – I obtain a warrant to search Jake Batchelor’s apartment. He isn’t happy about it.

10.21 – ‘I had nothing to do with John’s murder, you have to believe me.’

10.22 – ‘You want to speak to that Kinkade woman. She’s who’s to blame for all this.’

10.23 – ‘When John received his eviction notice through the post, he flipped.’

10.24 – ‘He kept saying he was going to confront her, but she kept hiding from him.’

10.25 – I tell him that others have been reporting that he and Maxwell had been heard arguing.

10.26 – ‘Well, yeah, once or twice. But who doesn’t argue, right? Doesn’t mean I killed him.’

10.32 – In Jake’s study we find a wedding ring hidden down the back of his desk.

10.33 – It looks like the ring described by Gareth Edwards.

10.34 – On some of the walls, there are small drill holes that break right through to Maxwell’s apartment.

10.35 – ‘I thought my wife was having an affair with him. I just wanted to be sure it wasn’t true.’

10.36 -‘I used to play loud music to cover that I was doing it, but John realised what I was doing.’

10.37 – ‘He confronted me a few months back. I stopped doing it after that.’

10.38 – We also find a hammer and a hand drill in a cupboard under the kitchen sink.

10.39 – I take it to forensics for testing.

10.40 – Before I leave, I check the wife’s jewellery box.

10.41 – There isn’t anything of value in there…

10.42 – But there are several pictures of her wearing expensive looking jewellery.

10.43 – I ask Jake what she does for a living.

10.44 – ‘She’s a model. Nothing smutty, just high-end commercial stuff.’

10.45 – I arrest Jake for the murder of John Maxwell.

End of Day Four

That’s all for today. Remember, if you want to keep up with the entries as they come in, you can always follow DS Giles on Twitter here, or follow the hashtag #GilesCase to keep up to date.

Think you know who did it yet?

Competition: The Cheating Jeweller – Day Three

Welcome to the third of five daily roundups for the first DS Giles Case, ‘The Lamentable Jeweller’ – a chance for you the readers to solve a crime fiction case written by myself for delivery through Twitter.

Solve the crime and be in with a chance to win some cool crime fiction prizes. No entry fee – just your logic is required.

If you missed what happened in the first two days, don’t worry because you can find Day One here and Day Two here.

The story so far.

John Maxwell has been found dead in his apartment, his head bashed in by a blunt instrument. The doors were locked and no one seemed to notice that he was even missing…

We take up the third day from DS Giles herself…

11.00 – Forensics called. Two of the unidentified fingerprints belong to Jake and Molly Batchelor.

11.01 – Two are still unidentified. But one certainly belongs to Maxwell. No match possible due to decomposition.

11.02 – Curiously, the set we think belong to Maxwell have matched those recovered from a drug’s bust a year ago.

11.03 – Looks like the sister was right. He was in to his drugs…

11.22 – I pay a visit to Maxwell’s landlady, Jasmine Kinkade.

11.23 – I ask if there were ever any problems between Maxwell and the neighbours, Jake and Molly.

11.24 – ‘Not that John reported. But then again he kept himself to himself a lot of the time.’

11.25 – What does she mean, ‘That John reported’?

11.26 – ‘Well, they never bothered John. But other people complained about them.’

11.27 – ‘A few months ago, I had to give an official warning letter.’

11.28 – ‘Jake kept playing loud music at all hours of the night.’

11.29 – ‘The neighbour on the other side thought it was so loud that it felt like they were drilling through the wall.’

11.30 – Did this stop after the letter?

11.31 – ‘As far as I know. I didn’t received any more complaints after that.’

11.32 – What’s the name of the other neighbour.

11.33 – ‘Marjory Becker. She’s a sweet, old lady. But a bit too nosy for her own good.’

11.34 – I decide to pay her a call.

12.08 – Marjory Becker makes me a nice pot of tea. I hate tea. But I drink it anyway.

12.09 – ‘Mr Maxwell was such a nice, young man. I saw him occasional but only talked to him once. He was nice to me.’

12.10 – When was this?

12.11 – ‘About three weeks ago. He was leaving his flat and walking into town.’

12.12 – Must have been not long before he was killed…

12.13 – How did he seem?

12.14 – ‘He was alright. He looked a bit flustered but other than that…’

12.15 – Did you ever know of Maxwell having problems with Jake Batchelor?

12.16 – ‘I thought I heard them arguing once – quite a while ago now…’

12.17 – ‘It sounded like John was accusing Jake of spying on him.’

12.18 – ‘I don’t put it past Jake – his eyes are too shifty…’

12.32 – I get a call from Scutter. The judge has granted the warrant to retrieve the deposit box at the bank.

13.15 – Ms Lindsay takes me down to the vault and retrieves the deposit box.

13.16 – ‘It’s funny. I don’t remember seeing Mr Maxwell for a long time.’

13.17 – How long?

13.18 – ‘It must’ve been at least three or four months now.’

13.19 – We open the box…

13.20 – It’s empty.

End of Day Three

That’s all for today. Remember, if you want to keep up with the entries as they come in, you can always follow DS Giles on Twitter here, or follow the hashtag #GilesCase to keep up to date.

Think you know who did it yet?

Competition: The Cheating Jeweller – Day Two

Welcome to the second daily round up of the first DS Giles Case – a chance for you the readers to solve a crime fiction case written by myself for delivery through Twitter.

For five days, the Twitter account of DS Evelyn Giles will be tweeting her progress through the case, detailing the evidence as she finds it. On the last day, there will be a chance for you to submit your solution to the crime – every correct solution gets entered for a chance to win some great crime fiction goodies.

If you missed what happened in Day One, don’t panic because you can check out yesterday’s daily round up right here. Remember to keep your eyes peeled. Any evidence could be vital!

10.04 – Forensics comes back on the wound to Maxwell’s head – ‘Injury caused by a blunt instrument, possibly a hammer.’

10.05 – Several prints were recovered from the bedroom where he was found belonging to five individuals.

10.06 – One set belong to Maxwell; one to Jasmine Kinkade; the others are not yet identified.

10.07 – Blood splatters on the wall indicate Maxwell was facing the door when he was hit. The killer was inside the bedroom.

10.45 – Maxwell’s sister, Lia, has come to the station to identify his body.

10.47 – Interview with Lia Maxwell:

10.48 – ‘John was a good man. He was a hard worker and a dedicated husband to his wife…’

10.49 – ‘That is until he started taking drugs.’

10.50 – ‘It started off with marijuana. But he soon started getting hooked on cocaine. His marriage broke down as a result.’

10.51 – ‘His drug abuse became public gossip. He started to lose clients over it.

10.52 – ‘I don’t know who let it slip, but John wasn’t happy about it. He said he’d kill whoever it was.’

10.53 – ‘I haven’t spoken to John in a good couple of months because he was getting paranoid.’

10.54 – ‘He was convinced his neighbour was spying on him…’

12.05 – I visit Maxwell’s jewellery store. The co-owner, Gareth Edwards, is more than happy to show me the accounts.

12.06 – It’s strange. The store has been selling more stock in the last year, but the accounts look very weak.

12.10 – Interview with Mr Edwards:

12.11 – ‘John was always paranoid. He was always convinced that someone was going to steal the stock.’

12.12 – ‘He wouldn’t leave any of the priceless pieces in the safe if he could help it.’

12.13 – ‘He would always make sure they were taken to the bank before closing time for safe keeping.’

14.16 – Visit to the bank where the jewellery store keep a deposit box.

14.17 – The manager, Ms Sarah Lindsay, won’t allow me access to the box without written approval.

14.18 – I’m going to need a warrant.

End of Day Two

That’s all for today. Remember, if you want to keep up with the entries as they come in, you can always follow DS Giles on Twitter here, or follow the hashtag #GilesCase to keep up to date.

Think you know who did it yet?