Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 7

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Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 7

“Mr. Brown, are you awake? Is everything okay?”

He frowned and signaled to Claire. Together they ascended the stairs. At the halfway point
they stopped to listen. Kendal pulled his police issue Smith and Wesson from his shoulder holster,
switching the safety off. Claire mimicked his idea.
The first room they looked into was a mess. The bed linen and the mattress were turned
upside down. The second and third rooms hadn’t escaped unscathed either. They looked to be a
mirror image of the first room. The whole house resembled a war zone. Kendal carefully stepped
over glass fragments from a picture frame littering the narrow hall. He slowly walked towards the
fourth bedroom door. Pushing his shoulders against the wall, Kendal stood outside the closed door waiting for his partner to catch up. They nodded at the same time.

Claire used her foot to push the door open.
A rotting stench filled the air. The smell grew stronger the wider the door opened. Kendal was
familiar with the smell. He frowned at the vomit rising in his throat, swallowed and housed his
Smith and Wesson, reassuring himself they were alone. Alone, except for the two half eaten
chicken sandwiches on the carpet.

Kendal simultaneously searched the room and tapped ten numbers on his mobile phone pad.
“Erving, cancel your field trip to thirty-three Image Street Altona, this scene is only another
burgled house.”

“We’re already on our way. See you in three. I’ll decide if I’m needed or not when I arrive.”

Kendal dropped his mobile phone back into his pocket.

“Claire, when you were staking out the house three streets from here, the burglar we’ve been
chasing has struck again.”
“How do you figure?”

“It’s the same MO. I’ve also inside information which will stay a secret for now.”
Claire glared at her partner and replaced her gun in her shoulder holster.

“Don’t ask. Our friendly rookie must’ve called the crime scene in. He’s a little premature.

There’s no murder here. Forensic will be here in three minutes.”

Kendal pushed his hand into his coat pocket pulling out a pair of thin cream coloured gloves
which he quickly slipped over his hands. He didn’t hesitate in starting a preliminary search. He could hear Gladys Waddington’s persistent calls from the front door. Kendal squatted so he could study the ripped picture behind the broken glass frame of Mr. Brown and his wife.

“Why would someone want to rip a picture of an old married couple? Looking at the photo
they seem quite happy.”

“An old flame perhaps?” hinted Claire.

“The park in the background looks familiar. I’m sure it isn’t far from my place. Partner, slip into another room. A quick cursory search is all the time we have left. I’ll meet you back here in one minute.”

Kendal walked to a small pedal rubbish bin next to caramel coloured drapes. They were shut
to block out the morning light. He placed one foot on the pedal and pushed down.