A Grave Coffin
The Second City is gripped by the tragic murder of four boys, each connected to the police force in some way. Commander John Coffin investigates, simultaneously dealing with a different horror closer to home. From one of the most highly appraised English mystery writers, perfect for fans of Agatha Christie.The discovery of the mutilated body of Harry Seton shouldn’t have concerned John Coffin, Commander of London’s Second City. But the victim, a detective doing undercover work on the sale of illegal pharmaceuticals, had left a note amongst his papers: ‘Ask Coffin’. What he meant by this no one seems to know, including his superior, but it appears that Seton had been secretly investigating internal corruption just before his brutal murder. Coffin, acting on private instructions from above, directly involves himself in following up on Seton’s work only to find that someone is ahead of the game, muddying tracks and destroying evidence.But the Second City is bracing itself for a far greater tragedy. Four boys, each connected to the police in some way, have gone missing, and just as Coffin starts off in Seton’s footsteps a child’s body turns up – buried in a shallow grave in common land. That the children have been specifically targeted by someone with a grudge against the police seems obvious; that the perpetrator is deranged is now clear. The only witnesses to the abductions are a gang of rollerbladers, but fear and something else is keeping them quiet.The Second City is gripped by the horror of these events, and horror too comes stalking directly to Coffin’s door, threatening both him and Stella. But is it Harry Seton’s nemesis who is seeking out Coffin, or the child-killer still out there in the night?
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GWENDOLINE BUTLER
A GRAVE COFFIN
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CONTENTS
A brief Calendar of the life and career of John Coffin, Chief Commander of the Second City of London Police.
John Coffin is a Londoner by birth, his father is unknown and his mother was a difficult lady of many careers and different lives who abandoned him in infancy to be looked after by a woman who may have been a relative of his father and who seems to have acted as his mother’s dresser when she was on the stage. He kept in touch with this lady, whom he called Mother, lodged with her in his early career and looked after her until she died.
After serving briefly in the army, he joined the Metropolitan Police, soon transferring to the plain-clothes branch as a detective.
He became a sergeant and was very quickly promoted to inspector a year later. Ten years later, he was a superintendent and then chief superintendent.
There was a bad patch in his career about which he is reluctant to talk. His difficult family background has complicated his life and possibly accounts for an unhappy period when, as he admits, his career went down a black hole. His first marriage split apart at this time and his only child died.
From this dark period he was resurrected by a spell in a secret, dangerous undercover operation about which even now not much is known. But the esteem he won then was recognized when the Second City of London was being formed and he became Chief Commander of its Police Force. He has married again, an old love, Stella Pinero, who is herself a very successful actress. He has also discovered two siblings, a much younger sister and brother.
The room had a view of St Paul’s Cathedral if you looked hard over the rooftops. To get into this room, you were required to press the red button on the door before entering; inside there was the distinct impression you were photographed from every angle and possibly microwaved as well. To the nervous it felt that way.
The air itself was not fresh but filtered through a silent air conditioner which somehow made its presence felt so that even air and breathing were controlled in this room.
John Coffin liked the view but was not sure of the company. He had got back the night before from a visit to Los Angeles where he had left his wife on business of her own, collected the dog from the kennels and found an urgent message from a high authority.
‘Wait until you see the body,’ said Edward Saxon. ‘Then tell me you cannot help me.’ He looked into John Coffin’s eyes, so blue, cold and clear. ‘Or study this photograph just to give you an idea.’ He pushed the photograph across the table.
Coffin bent his head to look. ‘Jesus.’
‘Yes. Look, I know we were never pals, but we got on well enough, we worked together for long enough. So did Harry Blyth, you worked with him.’ He tapped the photograph. ‘That’s Harry Seton now. Or was.’
‘You hit hard.’
‘So? What about it? Will you help?’
Coffin still kept quiet.
‘It’s not just me, you know, I am not asking this as a favour … it’s important for all of us.’ He looked Coffin straight in the eye. ‘You might die because of what is going on, someone you love might die. It’s certain that many have died already. Or been impaired, mentally and physically.’ He went on: ‘These are frontline pharmaceuticals for life-threatening, serious illness. Some are coming in legally through parallel importing, where a manufacturer finds they can make a drug more cheaply in Taiwan than West Middlesex – these are all right, because the quality, strength and the release of the drug in the patient will be the same. Sometimes there is counterfeiting, this has been an increasing problem first noticed on a professional production level in the late eighties. The cardboard covers and packaging are printed exactly the same, but the drugs inside might have been made in a backyard in Taiwan so that the activity in the patient, purity and contamination, all vary from the kosher production runs by legitimate producers. They might be no more than coloured starch, but unscrupulous pharmacy importers buy them, accept the false serial numbers without checking and offer them to none-too-fussy pharmacists at reduced prices. Big money and big chances for corruption.’
