Time's Up. She's Breaking the Ice.

Craig Steele

Description

Detective Matilda White and her all women team confront the violent drug cartel taking control of the city. This savage battle is like no other. They fight the fascist regime and face the vile leaders with their hideous creatures that they use to torture and kill.

Meth is just the tip of this bloody Iceberg. What hides beneath is pure evil.

Sujets

• Crime
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 21 juin 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456631536
• Langue: English

Extrait

Time’s Up.
She’s Breaking the Ice.
A Novel
by
Craig Steele.
 
Copyright © 2021 Craig Steele
All rights reserved.
Published in eBook format by eBookIt. com
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3153-6
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the production of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
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
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
CHAPTER SIXTY
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
CHAPTER SEVENTY
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
 
PROLOGUE
Matilda stares at the incident board. Her eyes are sore from the plane’s aggressive air vent. She rubs them with the back of her hand.
“Great, now I’m going blind, just perfect.” She whispers. The room is small and brightly lit. Three desks lay out in a neat row facing the board which covers the whole wall. Disciplined. Tidy. Computer screens and pen holders are laid with precision on each one. A Moose Head stuffed and mounted hangs on the opposite wall.
“Just popped in for a quick look did ya?” She whispers and salutes the Moose with huge antlers, then puts her thumbs to her temples and wiggles both her hands, sticking out her tongue.
“Wow! It looks so real.” She whispers, walking over to it. Stroking the Moose under it’s hairy chin, she stares deep into the eyes then giggles to herself and returns to the board. To her work.
“Concentrate Matilda Come on!.(She whispers).You are a Police Officer. This place has probably got CCTV everywhere. You are being watched!.This is the Head Quarters. Time to look your best!. Oh no paranoia. I knew that sleeping tablet would mess with my head. Well at least the flight was quick. For me anyway, it was a blur.” It’s a long flight from her home country and the air vent just kept on blowing straight onto her face. She wipes under her eyes with her index finger and searches through her khaki jacket pockets. On the board are the scenes of horrific crimes. Details are pinned out with names and photographs of dead people next to them. There are many pictures of buildings and vehicles. Maps of a City and a group of large lakes are displayed, covered with red dot corpse markers.
She looks closely at one picture of a twisted body laying face up on the tree edged grassy shoreline of a beautiful lake. A young man’s body. Naked. Her eyes go blurred, she blinks repeatedly trying to focus them both in on the scene.
“Damn it!. Where did I put those eye drops?” She whispers and goes through her pockets again. Her khaki trousers have many of them down each leg. She pulls hard at the zips, checking inside each one.
“For Gods sake, what in the Hell did I do with that stuff?” She speaks out loud, annoyed by the awkward mechanical openings. The naked man’s skin is covered in tennis ball sized, circular shaped deep abrasive wounds. He is completely deflated. Hollow. Another scene shows a man naked in the back of an old pick up truck, with the same type of injuries. He is flat too. Like a nasty costume.
“Why no blood at the scene, killed elsewhere?” She asks and ties her long blond hair into a knot on top of her head.
“Where the hell is my scrunchy?”. She goes through her pockets and takes a small clear plastic bottle of eye drops out, tilts back her head and squeezes hard. The little bottle whistles and spits. The soothing fluid floods her eyes and pours down her face. Relief.
“Ah bliss, that feels good, my eyes are on fire.” She gasps, puts back the drops and gets a stack of big tissues out. Kitchen roll, super strong, super absorbent. The best essential, first aid kit. Her Dad always made sure she had plenty of kitchen roll with her, when ever she went out.
“A tip for easy living.” He would say, and was always right. Even at school when she was five he would somehow manage to fold away a whole roll of it, packed into her many pockets and lunch box. It always came in useful. Runny noses, tears, grubby hands, spilling a drink, the unmentionable stinky stuff and much worse. Her hair comes undone falling around her shoulders and over her face. She quickly checks her wild appearance in her smart phone.
“Far the freak out, now I look like a zombie, where is my lip salve?. My lips are worse than a petrol sniffing frill necked lizard’s!” She states, then chuckles to herself, trying to look at the crime scene pictures. Regaining her focus, she backs away from the board in disgust.
“What in the Hell. Dear Lord, that looks really bad!” Matilda moves in much closer, for a more detailed view of the strange injuries. She speaks out loud. Puzzled by the weird images.
“What in Hell would make that mess?. So, is that extreme paint balling?. Yep I have heard of that over here. Yep. That’s what happens if you loose the game, death by paint ball. These guys play hard and I thought footy was a crazy sport.” She continues to study the images. Moving swiftly and silently across the room behind her are two people in civilian clothes. Both of them are wearing Police ID lanyards around their necks. Rich perfumes fill the air. They stop and stare. The young woman and middle aged man watch. The man wears a dark blue suite, it’s ironed up the legs and arms to a sharp knife edge. His hair is pure white, combed back and immaculate. He is tall and well built, obviously no stranger to the gym. The perfect male, it seems.
The woman is tall, slim, dressed in a dark blue trouser suite. Her light brown hair is styled in a neat cut bob which frames a toned face and immaculate eyebrows. Both look tanned and very healthy. The woman speaks, her voice is quiet and slow. A pleasant tone.
“Hi Matilda. What in Hell, indeed. We have never seen wounds like that either. Now paint balling, that’s something we have certainly not considered. I think we should.” She giggles and looks, smiling at the man. Matilda turns startled by the voice. Long snot strings swing from her nose, her cheeks are soaking from the eye drops and mascara. Her hair is hanging wildly across her strangely, Zebra patterned face.
“Fantastic!.(She states). You caught me at my very best!” The young woman holds out her manicured hand towards Matilda.
“Detective Jacqueline Saint. This is my Boss Detective Leon Lewis. He’s in charge of this case. I spoke with you on the phone.”
“Hi Jacqueline. Sorry about the bad language there. Nice to meet you too Leon. Great place you have here.” Matilda frowns at the board.
“I hope those pictures up there have not upset you Matilda.” Jacqueline asks in a caring tone. She outstretches her hand further towards Matilda as does Leon. They both look down confused as Matilda offers her hand out to shake, stuffed full of kitchen roll.
“Crikey!. What a great first impression!. I look like I need a straight jacket don’t I?. Far out, am I doing well, or what?. You must think all people from my Country are crazy cave dwellers, looking at the state of me. Well let me explain just a bit here. No the pictures are not too upsetting. Shocking yes. Confusing Yes. I am however, kind of falling to bits at this very moment, because of the flaming air con in the plane. I was trussed like a chicken up there. Add to that a bucket load of jet lag and the sleeping tablet I took and, bingo!.” Matilda takes a bow. All three of them smile. Matilda folds up the kitchen roll and packs it neatly in her many pockets. She spins her hair confidently into a bunch and pulls a scrunchy off her wrist, then captures the bun with it.
“Found ya!. Cool. Now I’m cooking with gas!” Matilda cries out.
“Not to worry Matilda. You will have plenty of time to settle in. Leon, Detective Matilda White is from the Federal Police Down Under, their Drugs Division.(They shake hands).Matilda is here to hopefully help us out. She has had to travel a very long way.” Matilda stands up straight, takes a deep breath and coughs out loud. She keeps coughing. She gags and shakes her head in total disbelief.
“Jeez, now it’s choking. Far out, blooming eye drops, they taste like rotten grapefruit! (She states). This is going so well.” She gets out a tissue, wipes her mouth and tries to breathe again.
“As you guys are both aware (she coughs loudly). Excuse me please. Ice or Meth production here has dramatically increased. So if I can help you, then we may be able to stop it from getting into our country, hopefully. That is the idea, and not a bad one. We have a serious Ice problem and it’s spreading very quickly, and it’s all bad. It’s believed that a large amount of the product is actually