Deadly Legacy - Deadly Procedure
My name is Alison and I am a research addict. This is
my story.
When I started the
book that would become Deadly Legacy, I didn’t set out to write a police procedural. I had
a couple of characters who needed a mystery that would bring them together. I
knew that Kate Garrett was a police detective and Jake Carmedy used to be in
the military police, but I thought I’d be writing a cozy. Still, I knew that if
there was a murder, there would be an active police investigation and I’d need
to get my facts straight.
The Ontario Provincial
Police, Toronto Police Services, and RCMP have marvellous websites, chock full
of useful information. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted first hand information.
I wanted to get a feel for what it was like to be a police detective and the
nitty-gritty of homicide investigations. I didn’t want to rely on TV as my
source of information, especially since most of the police shows were set in
the States and my book was set in Canada.
I got my first big
break in a car accident. Strapped to a backboard, I gave my statement to a
pleasant OPP constable. When it was completed, he asked me if I had any
questions. “Well yes,” I said. “But not about the accident.”
I owe that man a
coffee. He referred me to Constable Mark Cloes who was kind enough to visit me
at home for an interview. Fortunately for me (since I was a bit dopey from
painkillers), Mark didn’t need much prompting. He was a fountain of great
stories.
I met Detective
Bob Strathdee’s wife Joan in the pool of the hotel where we were both attending
a conference. Also a writer, Joan and I chatted as we swam lengths. She talked
her husband into letting me interview him. After that, I was unstoppable.
At the same
conference, while taking a coffee break, I met a police academy dropout. We
talked for about an hour on the patio at Starbucks.
At a reading
event, I met a retired private investigator turned author. I grilled him and
talked him into joining Crime Writers of Canada. I drew the line at questioning
my ex’s cousin-in-law at a funeral, but I gave him my card.
By then the writing was on the wall (and the page of
course). Which brings us to the excerpt.
In 2018, rookie
detective Kate Garrett lives in the shadow of her near-legendary father Joe.
When Joe dies unexpectedly, he leaves Kate half interest in Garrett
Investigations, his last case that ties to three murders, a partner she can't
stand and a legacy to live up to.
Kate spotted something in the thorny heart of a wild rose bush. She
snapped a couple of images with her eCom. Then she retrieved the small glass
bottle, suffering a dozen painful scratches in the process. The jar was the
type used to store beads, sequins or other tiny items. Whoever was distributing
the stolen medication had acquired a case or more of these containers. They
were turning up all over. This one had a couple of little blue pills left
inside.
"Got something! Looks like one of the morphine derivatives."
She backed out of the bushes, holding the container with as little contact as
possible while the crime scene photographer logged the event as a digital video
sequence. As soon as she straightened, she pulled a clear bag out of her
pocket.
"Don't seal it yet!" Kate's partner strode over, her black
leather trench coat fanning out behind her. Mercy wasn't a tall woman, but her
personality lent her height. Handsome and dark-skinned, she was a conservative
dresser, favouring the neo-gothic look of unremitting black, spider web lace
and silver jewellery.
Morgan Zigfeld, the field medic and forensic pharmacologist following
her, favoured the universal geek look complete with black-rimmed glasses and
pocket protector.
Ziggy took the container from Kate, carefully opened it and retrieved a
sample. His eCom scanned the blue pill—he had the app for that.
"The hospital needs this info now," he said, never taking his
eyes from his work. "Knowing exactly what they're dealing with may help
them treat the victim. She isn't doing well."
Kate nodded. She dropped the bottle into an evidence bag, sealed it,
then marked the bag and passed it over to Mercy.
It shouldn't take long to tie the illicit medication to the three young
men waiting in the squad cars. It might also link them to the death of two
other neighbourhood girls, one kidnapped two nights ago and the other a week
before. Their DNA would be mapped and compared to evidence collected. That
would take longer. Forensic evidence gathered at the hospital would be the
clincher, of course. Defensive wounds, angle of penetration, epithelial and
other trace evidence would paint a picture so graphic it should convince a
judge to try the suspects as adults.
Alison Bruce
describes herself as a genre novelist because she has a hard time sticking to
one genre at a time. She is author of Deadly Legacy, a detective/procedural/scifi mystery and Under A Texas
Star, a western
romance/mystery. Her day jobs include freelance copy writing, editing and
design, and she’s the publications manager for Crime Writers of Canada.
